Skip to main content

A Valentine's Day note!

  As I sit and sip my milk coffee in a hotel somewhere in the centre of mainland India, I switch on my thinking self. Yeah, I often do that, maybe I even overwork on that mode. But it is unusually working at this hour. Today is February 14th. Oh I know what your expression must have been (Ohhh is it???? We didn t know!!!). Hmm...that day of the year to flaunt your lover, declare your love and what not. Valentine's Day for me in all its glory has always disappointed. No lover, no roses, no gifts, nothing. Thanks to the person I am. Maybe I put across myself as a very boring person. Sighs apart, I don't know if I am one. The truth stares at me from the cream walls. I have never celebrated a Valentine's Day not because my ideology considers it anti national but for the simple truth that I never had one. I ask myself, So? I don't know what is biting me at the moment. Is it that today is Valentine's day or I have nobody to wish one or something else. I know, I have to work, meet a few deadlines and return to myself at the end of the day.
   So for my Valentine, who is comfortably hiding somewhere, or wait, would he have made a wrong choice and ran away with someone (Peace be with him! I will not forgive him for that!) have an awesome day ahead as I will bury myself in paperwork, factory visits and more cups of coffee. On a cautionary note, earlier you find me, the better. I am getting older, shapeless and more sensible. Age is moulding me fast and sorry, I can't hide my wisdom anymore as grey strands are showing up. All these means more trouble for you as I might win arguments, make reasoned choices, and think for myself too...but I promise, only at times...because I still have a girl in me whom I keep in good spirits.
   I have finished my cup of coffee. It is a warm Tuesday morning. I am ready for my long day ahead. To all the lovers out there, celebrate, live, love and enjoy. To the lady in the mirror, eat, pray, work and sleep!
Good day folks!

Comments

  1. aravindFebruary 14, 2017 at 5:26 PM

    Farah,waiting could be a false statement, but I did miss your lovely nuggets of stories. I went back and read many of your earlier stories and poems and then it struck me what I was missing, that charm you bring to the everyday drab. Do keep writing, and do come up with the Rinku-Renu series, my personal favourites, so waiting . . .

    ReplyDelete
  2. Farah ZachariahFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:30 PM

    Hii Aravind...I don't know where I have lost them...will try to bring them back to life :) thanks a lot for making me pause, read a few ole ones and make me feel like to want to write.!

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownMarch 12, 2017 at 3:31 PM

    Good piece of writing..







    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Until we meet again"

One Two Three,they came and I lost my count. All in an embrace brown and blue with a band of white. I clutched my ring But missed the caress. The waves faded into the waves But I had no shoulder to rest. The vastness ahead swallowed my tears and echoed from a distant land "Until we meet again."
9 comments
Read more

O Mother! Hear me say.

O mother! I have lost a battle fought unfairly in the darkest hours of humanity. Brutalized in the claws of a menagerie, I stare into deepest trenches of agony. In their inhuman acts of choosing turns, they strangulated my dreams and trampled my individuality. Rocked from holy to unholy dust In seconds of beastly lust, I weep not in tears, but blood. Into the despairs of endless torture, I fell dignified like a fallen duchess. O mother! Hear me say. Hunt the hounds and feed them my gangrene. My nails have buried bits of their flesh, despair not mother, feed the rabid dogs. O mother! I am hurt. I want a drop of water to wet my lips that are swollen from some rotten worms. I have broken bones and disjoint hips, and wings that have lost all its feathers. O mother! Am I still alive? Treasure my reveries, for I give up. My breath is shorter than a millisecond And I don’t know for how long, I will breathe, slowly into death. O mot...
6 comments
Read more

Only If I Could

The smile on her face was still the same, as I had seen her on my 7 th birthday.   But the red lipstick had lost its glow and the fair skin looked a bit tanned. It was not the red glowing sun that had baked her brown as she had been indoors for more than a dozen years. It was the dust and years of negligence. I had once shared my childhood with her. The red saree with its golden spots carefully spun had given bright colours to my dreams I had woven on yarns of childhood games. She looked like a bride in her bright red saree celebrating life with golden bangles, tingling the bell of festivity. She smelt of jasmine.           Now, her beauty is a blurred reflection of the past. The bangles are broken and red saree has faded. She now smells of kerosene that I had once accidentally spilled on her. Her smile did not elicit a smile from me. But I was tempted to pick her up from my closet. There she lay for seventeen years, uncared and...
Post a Comment
Read more