Train of thoughts

Ruvee sat by the window as the bus rumbled its way through the streets of the quaint city. Filled with plantations and shrubbery, the hills of Coonoor looked picturesque. Life had been gentle on her over the past year. Her uncle had urged her to move in with him after looking at her pitiful state. He had been considerate enough to give her a job at the horse stables in his farm. ‘This would help you to move on’ he had told. The bus came to a halt at a stop. She turned towards the window to behold the sight of pink skies at dusk. She felt the seat cover sink as a burly man settled down beside her with a heaving sigh. He reeked of stale smoke and eucalyptus. For some reason, his scent felt awfully familiar to her. She turned to eye him from the corner of her eyes, and the sight startled her.  It was the same scar!   She glanced and immediately turned her face away. Her heart sank and she felt bile rise in her throat. She felt a sudden desire to flee from there. Her brows were k

Image credits: Unsplash What if the life we live is just another jigsaw puzzle?  Would it not be still beautiful even if a few pieces of the puzzle went missing? Is it pertinent for us to find all the pieces of the puzzle and fit them into their respective places? To me, life, in general, is akin to a giant jigsaw puzzle. Say, a 1,000 pieced puzzle, and all its pieces are amiss, scattered and some, are even missing! But that is life. It is about the little imperfections that occur with the flow of life. Those imperfections make life beautiful. Do we need to painstakingly set the puzzle to perfection even if costs us dearly? I hope not! I doubt that it would rather be wise to accept those little imperfections. Those efforts to perfect those stains (frivolous in the long run) end up costing us our happiness.  Image credits: Unsplash The mention of the jigsaw puzzle reminds me of the Japanese concept of Wabi-Sabi. It teaches us about impermanence, the imperfections in life's journey,

Image credits: Unsplash Cancelled plans and canned getaways, Hindrance showed up abruptly as always; They said, ‘the air you breathe is free!’ Oh, not true! how do I explain my agony? My breath, not my very own – For, It is supported by a two-inch container; ‘Deliver me from this trauma’, I implore, For ‘Asthma’ is the only word I abhor! Gasping for breath, I twist and turn, Well, ease of breathing is my only concern! Looking at this sordid misery – I weep, For weary nights pass by devoid of sleep, Oh, all in vain! my pleas go unheard, And my breath becomes staggered; ‘Asthma’ – certainly a devil in disguise, A beast that smothers even my softest cries! 

Image credits: Unsplash The little girl rises from her gentle bed,  With thoughts of fine novels in her head;  She embraces the new beginning – the dawn;  Whilst she groggily wakes up with a loud yawn,  She thinks of pink flamingos, their giant wings,  Of the sun, breeze and all beautiful things;  Of periwinkles blossoms and lilac blooms,  Of sea waves spun into feathers of spume;  She becomes joyous akin to a vivid rainbow,  Her face – bright, shimmering with a glow;  She wonders about the path she ought to tread,  And braces herself for the long day ahead! 

Savitri – A Symbol of wisdom and love   Eighteen years of austerity and endless penance, Led to the birth of a divine celestial child, ‘Savitri’ The girl grew up to be the embodiment of beauty, Whilst being the epitome of humility and intellect; Time passed by – she reached a marriageable age, Yet, seldom suitors came by! Alas, they trembled, For Savitri was astute and of impeccable beauty; Disheartened, her father – the King, sent her forth, To seek her own husband, to discover her partner; In her quest for her husband, she met ‘Satyavan’ Striking son of blind, exiled king – Dyumatsena; Yet, upon returning to her father, she was informed, ‘Despite his valuable virtues and his high qualities, Forget him and find another suitor, my child – for, He’s destined to depart the earthly world in a year!’ But Savitri was determined to marry only Satyavan,   She dismissed their woes and assured her parents; All persuasion went futile and Savitri married him!