Life Inspires

My family (my father is the one with the gray shawl) Ever since I started my creative writing venture, the journey has been full of ups and downs emotionally. It is like bringing up a baby. You are protective, proud, and worried for your venture, and things like one deal not working out or one not-so-positive feedback can make you feel like a complete failure. Above everything, there's this fear of letting down your venture. So, as I said earlier, it is a very emotional journey, but it was made even tougher by the fact that my father was never completely comfortable with me leaving my high-paying IT job and taking on a much tougher fight. Till recently, he would mention it every now and then, and would even go to the extent of circling some IT jobs in the Situation Vacant section of newspaper. I have been really close to him and have always felt that he is the person I love the most. So though I never admitted this to him, the fact that he wasn't really beside me in my fig...

In the fabric of time, if there was a tear, I'd enter and emerge the bright-eyed little girl. Her school bag and water bottle slung carelessly on her shoulders bouncing along as she walked, unworriedly behind, while you, her invincible hero, ran your last run to stop the school bus. When your hands were still smooth, the wrinkles yet to come, and your body could still bear the weight of her lying on your stomach. And you told the old stories, told and retold. while she fell asleep there, peaceful, fearless. When you were up, unblinking, the whole night through as she lay in the bed, burning with fever. Now and again you asked “How’s my baby feeling? May be a little better?” You kept your hand on her forehead and though the virus took its time, you’d make it easy to bear. How I wish it was there, this tear in time. I would enter and stitch it up, and holding your hand, go back to the cheery past, the place where you could run once again, with strong and healthy knees; ...

Nishu (my nephew) and me What is it with blood relations? I was never too fond of children before Nishu came into my life. A few minutes with a child were ok, but anything beyond that got on my nerves. But I absolutely adore Nishu and my relationships with other children have also improved. Before Nishu, I wasn't able to talk to children much. Now some of them are actually fond of me. When Nishu was about to be born, I used to fret that I wouldn't get on well with him. But now, I laugh at those worries as Nishu and me are best of friends. My mom used to tell me that it is always different with children of your own family. I was always incredulous. But I think there is some truth to it.