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Cowards!

2026-10-10T05:30:21.460-07:00

I read hundreds of news on child trafficking! The cowards take courage in grabbing the tiny hands of children who couldn't even resist at all. The soft hands are led to abyss by cowards who fill their hands with candies, dresms and promises. They become victims of the callousness of these cowards. These cowards couldn't even imagine the tiny hands of their own blood getting led in this way. If there is a category of people who could do it even to their own blood, I don't call them cowards, I daresay they are ugliest form of filthy beings. These ugly creatures give birth to cowards. I consider them as a family. The degree of wickedness varies. That's all.

Can they imagine their bodies being touched, tortured and wounded by others? Cowards! No, they can't. The mere thought of it would send shivers through their spines.

781????

2026-05-15T21:00:02.000-07:00

Maggie thought -------

I have 781 people in Facebook,

I have 215 people in Instagram,

I have 101 people in WhatsApp,

I have 50 friends in my temple,

I have 30 in associations,

I have 20 close relatives,

I have 10 close friends,

When I stretched my hand-

I hardly got ONE!!!!!!!

Then why 781?

My elder daughter

2025-04-24T20:20:00.001-07:00

My Elder Daughter

The one who wants to see me extremely happy 24/7,

The one who finds out even the most talented hidden moisture in my eyes,

The one who bears with my mood swings and insulting remarks,

The one who thinks of how to make me contented,

The one to whom I open the dark chambers of life,

The detective who finds out my hidden emotions,

The one who cries her heart out if I chose not to talk,

The one who is not satisfied with 100 hugs a day,

The one who is sometimes my bosom friend,

The one who writes and reads like me,

The love in her heart makes me feel being loved,

The love in her heart kept me alive in the hardest times of life,

What else to say, her name in my phone is "My breath" which is true in all sense ❤️

2025-04-23T10:46:00.001-07:00

"Your people murdered my people. So, I will kill yours".

"Alright! Who are your people"?

"My people belong to my religion".

"What is religion"?

"My religion is my God".

"Does God ask you to kill?

'No".

"Then why"?

"I will do anything for God".

"Do you pray?

"No".

"Do you go for worship?

"No".

"Do you follow what z said by God"?

"No, but I will even kill for God. If God appears n asks I will stop killing".

"But, yesterday, you killed God by mistake

While he was requesting to stop murder

By Jisha

Limbo...

2024-12-26T05:26:00.001-08:00

LIMBO

Why don't I get a break from limbo?

Why can't limbo give way for life?

Life is when you are worth living it!!!

The day kills the boredom of night,

The sun shines when the moon fades,

The summer whistles after winter,

The rain drenches the sun kissed ground,

Merriment gives way for grieves, Then,

Why don't I get a break from limbo!

I dream of saying toodles to life too!

The trials and tribulations of life,

Tempts me to embrace slumber!

Drinking the nectar of forgetfulness,

I crave for a slumber inside a lotus,

To wake up to the sizzling sunshine,

Holding the reins of my pshyche.

I want a break from limbo and life!

Life is when you are worth living it! (JCJ)

Grim and Gay

2023-04-04T18:20:00.001-07:00

A smile can melt a heart away...

A smile can speak stronger than idioms,

A smile can pause rolling bubbles away

A smile can kindle light in the murk

Smile is the boon of Almighty....

Smile has the charisma of affection

New born baby smiles after vagitus

This is a gift only humans have....

Don't hide your gift under the wings

Soar to the sky until the roof touches

Just scatter it around the world

Illuminate the cosmos with smile...

My Pet and the Bribe.

2021-06-20T05:29:00.000-07:00

I don't precisely remember from where did I get him! When I named him Hippy he came running towards me with his tail wagging as if he liked to be called so. The lonesome room which had just the company of my old clock with its jarring sound filled with laughter and his pranks tickling my funny bones. Whenever I tried to pen or scribble something on my school book Hippy would come stealthily aiming my pen possessing the vigor of a cougar that is going to pounce on its prey. The mere sight of his ogle would break me into a spasm of laugh. I would reach the utmost stage of an impulse to giggle when I spot him swaying on the curtain back and forth. Nothing could push him to the valley of lonesomeness as whatever he touched was lovelier than a toy for him. In the interim, it's a daunting task for a human to find himself contented and occupied with his spree of interest. He was the happiest kitten I had ever seen...

My inexperienced countryside life along with my age made me incapable of dealing with a pet's house training. I was not bothered to train him with a designated area outside the house. So he followed his own impulses arbitrarily inside the house. Our kitchen store room stank with his faeces. When it aggravated to an unbearable extent, my householders started nagging me for the burdens they had to endure to satiate my wishes. I also didn't lift a finger to clean up the mess as a kind of stifling sensation thwarted me when I entered the dark room. Amid all the hullaballoos our affection surged and our love knew no bounds.

As the intermittent naggings proved useless they hatched a plan to bring me into their lines. The whole household rose to their feet when the stench skyrocketed. They resembled the despondent citizens who had to chalk out a wile of bribe to take the corrupted politicians in hands to seek their intervention in their necessities. I sensed the black day was right around the corner when my sister approached me parting her lips. I sniffed danger promptly. With a fabricated cough she started to bribe me. When the speech retired I went into a tizzy as I found myself in a dilemma of my loving pet on the one hand and the reward of a golden watch on the other. It was my long term dream to have a golden watch. But none of my dreams could be fulfilled in the hustle bustle life of my working parents. They seldom asked my needs and I rarely conversed with them.

The initial expostulation gradually diminished and the dream of a watch got hold of me and I accepted the offer with the thought of flaunting it to my cohorts. I imagined my friends crowding around me to have a look at it. The ostentatious dream handcuffed me and I vanquished. When the positive response was communicated Hippy was dumped into a box swiftly and the car zoomed away.

Shortly afterwards my hand sparkled with a golden watch. I stared at my hands....The bribe was grinning brightly on my wrist. Gradually it mastered a sober look. By the time we fathom what is more significant to us, the unyielding nature of time will pass a hard kook on us. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and the mere look of watch stifled me. Everything looked substandard except my pet's harrowing memories. Again the room was seething with the sober hands of silence which took a toll on me.

The next day itself I stepped to church as the guilt was subduing my conscience to an aggravated stage. I whispered to God that my pet should be safe and sound wherever he was. When I was trudging home back with a heavy heart I saw a kitten analogous to that of my pet. A spasm of blood gushed into my eyes and I bated my breath to see whether it could identify me but to no avail. It looked around and broke into a sprint somewhere. My heart was pounding like a drum. I couldn't exactly decipher whether it was my pet. If it was him, why did he fail to recognize me?? He might have eavesdropped on the bribe scam. I swore to my pet in my heart that I would never ever wear that bribe again with a hard understanding of what was lost was lost forever.

Velu, the flutist

2021-05-20T22:16:00.001-07:00

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon and it triggered the whim of all the hostelites for a stroll. But we could do it only unbeknown to our hostel warden whose rigid monastery life hampered her from supporting the lifestyle of youngsters. Then, a question emerged was with regard to the location! I always preferred random unplanned locations over the planned ones as the former always surprised us with their element of novelty. Eventually, we came to a covenant to go somewhere nearby as it’s already late for a venture to a remote place. Our compulsive desire got bloomed when the permission was granted with the help of the pack of lies that we had spread in front of the warden. If anyone had any desire to be truthful throughout life, it would get vanished or at least get diminished in the presence of our warden Ms. Preskilla as she denied all the genuine requests. Gradually everyone learned the tactics to bring her in line.

When we reached the college yard it was still sunny and we went to the rear part of an old building in the college compound and followed a trail that led to a nearby village.

We crossed petty shops, village playgrounds and grasslands. The candies on the roadside shops tasted fourfold and we rolled them in mouth enjoying the tang. Eventually we reached a riverside where a few women were washing clothes whose chatter and laughter boomed the shore. How happy they were! We watched them for a considerable time. Gradually the interest wore out. When we readied up for the next move, a dark complexioned person appeared on the river bridge clasping a flute to his chest like that of a mother holds her baby.

The washer women yelled that it’s Velu the flutist and they added up about his eccentric nature as well. He was considered as a bit of an oddity by the whole neighborhood. He trudged to the center of the bridge and stared at the flowing river for a couple of minutes. He had worn shabby dress and had deep black eyes with curly hair. His locks of hair were swaying back and forth in the gush of wind. Even though there was a tinge of despondency on his face he smiled profusely. We tried to stand close to him but the washerwomen warned us about Velu’s unpredictable nature. His wife and children discarded him as they felt he was nothing but a curse. He was a loner who seldom conversed with anyone. It looked like his flute and incessant smile made him alive despite all the misfortunes. Gathering all the fortitude we stood by his side as he slowly started playing his flute by passing a smile on us. Wow!!!! It was so mellifluous….The music could clearly be compared to nectar and its intake persuaded us for a siesta. Time was flying as fast as it colud. The washerwomen left the place as it was getting dark. I wasn’t feeling like leaving Velu alone. How could Velu’s wife push him into a life of lonesomeness? She must have got fed up with him as he was not profitable except in playing flute which again got tedious breeding contempt. But Velu looked blissful in the presence of ever flowing river and flute that he held close to his heart.

It’s high time for us to leave. Velu was still standing on the bridge and music was emanating from his mouth through his flute and dissolved into the air and river. The music had an excruciating pain which was difficult to decipher. The whole atmosphere that covered Velu’s music carried it forward to the neighbouring places and far away as fast as it could. Our hearts melted. Never could we imagine that our afternoon stroll would get enriched with a flautist who was unaware of his talent and worth, as no one ever praised him wholeheartedly. The thought of leaving him weighed on us all through the way back to hostel. I felt disheartened thinking I would never be able to see him again.

Years passed and I still don’t have a year without Velu’s thoughts. I miss him, his smile and above all the music; as he changed a customary day into an unforgettable one. I pay my gratitude in my silent moments never knowing whether he is alive!

The Boxes

2021-04-15T10:07:00.002-07:00

I was so curious about the thin rectangular black box which my dadda carried with him every now and then. I noticed him with parted lips talking over it at times politely, sometimes harsh, and on the other times with so much love and happiness. I got confused recoking why is he chatting with a box and why is he feeling ire with it while it is always being silent! It was seen quite invariably. My mamma also had a box with an amber colour. Shortly afterwards, I came to a conviction that it's something very significant or some indispensable part of life.

Later on, I clocked an opportunity to touch it with my bare hands. I felt it as heavy in my little hands despite of its thin appearance. Just like my parents, I held it with one hand and drew lines here and there with the tip of my tiny fingers. To my dismay, I saw variagated hues sparkling over it with a vibration. Suddenly my mama snatched it from my hands. I was heartbroken and started whining. My shrill voice pierced my own ears. In the interim, my mother pressed her lips on my cheeks and lilted something on my ears. I couldn't hear because of my shriek deafened my own little ears.

I never missed out any single chance to take it and almost all the efforts to grab it ended up as a pie in the sky. At last, the chance was right around the corner and I could take it without any remonstrations from my mother as she was on shower leaving it on the couch. I was crawling as fast as I could. Yes! Only a few more inches to get it. With my shivering little feet, I grasped on the couch and in the interim, I tripped on something and stumbled down. But, I somehow managed to take the box in the nick of time. I touched it with my little fingers! The colours started emanating from the box blinding my eyes. It was bewitching! I didn't know how long I used it. The more I used the more fascinated I was.

Ah! My eyes are twitching and getting damp.

A hot wave of air hit on my face as my mother loomed before me with a scawl on her face. Ah! She gave a light spank on my back. I have seen many mothers giving the black boxes to their babies. Why not my mamma? I thought she liked the black box more than her kids. She placed another box like thing on my hands. It had many immovable colours unlike the black box with the pictures of animals and birds. But, I liked the other box!

Days and months passed on a customary note. I started walking step by step and later on started scampering. Now I am a school going child and I fathom the fact that it's called a mobile phone and it's because my mother loved me more than anything else that she didn't give it to me. She could have sat on a couch watching television leaving me behind with an unused phone but she was reeling under the pressure of my shrill cries and grumpy days; never trying to resolve it or find comfort with help of a gadget. Even now she doesn't give the phone unless it is for study purposes. She never allows us to watch TV as well beyond a limit. Instead, she keeps story books on our palms one after the other as a matter of fact. It's because of her that I am great reader today. I write children's stories and poems too. I love my mom too more than anything else in the world.

Mydala Lake

2021-03-26T07:23:00.005-07:00

It’s nothing short of an alluring place where one can vent all the stress out. Never have I seen a lake unfenced so far in my life in Bengaluru, until my eyes could feast on the Mydala lake which is around 65 kilometres away from the city. The mesmerising arena is a blend of three magnificent sights: the sunset, the giant boulders and the pale blue coloured lake. The gentle breeze curls up above the water- spread and the foreshore areas.

It was around five o’clock in the evening when I reached the Mydala lake with my bubbly gang. The vehicles could reach so close to the lakeside that only a few steps could make it . Even though the lakefront was not sandy, the rocky shore substituted it so well that we could sit and relax without getting anxious of getting muddy on all over our outfit. The breezy air that emerged from the far away hills fondled us top to toe. After playing in the water and skimming stones awhile, we withdrew to the area of rocky land with giant boulders which loom to fall at any time along the steepy area. I could perceive wild flowering trees growing amid the boulders adding a feather on their cap.

The scent of the flowers was similar to that of Jasmine and lookwise it resembled the Mimosa plant. I took a firm grip on the boulders before I could successfully manage to climb over the rock to pluck a few flowers. The beauty of watching the bewitching sunset sitting on the boluders was stupendous. There the massive red star stood a few steps away from the clasp of my hands. It gathered all the three hues such as yellow, orange and red in together and then gradually embraced the deep red colour devouring all others. Before sinking down the valley it dug out a kind of parting pain from my heart.

The lake view, the sunset, the rocky land with it’s wild flowers and the breeze could propel me down to the valley of tranquillity. I dreamed of spending my night there when lying over the rocks with the gust of wind wrapping me around like a blanket, the scintillating stars monitoring me like bedlamps with their shimmer and the lake with it’s breezy companion singing lullaby for me. I wish, I could stay there for a couple of days fleeing from the brisk life of city. I wish, I were a massive boulder so that I could watch the sunset on a diurnal basis.

Dancing Doll

2021-03-02T22:20:00.001-08:00

It was the constant rings from my friend who lived miles away in native that woke me up from my slumber. My eyes that were half opened and unwilling to greet the morning rays checked the time. It was 07.30 in the morning. In my life schedule that was the wee hours of the day as I was a night owl.

My roomies who could not tolerate even the subtle entrance of hunger had gone to fill their tummies except Angel as she always used to follow her own routines. I answered the call tediously as the sleep still lingered over my head. But the response literarily shattered me to the abyss… I couldn’t wipe it out from my ears even after the passage of the very eighteen years.

"Maggy, your brother!!!! Your brother!!!” As she couldn’t bear the heaviness of her heart she disconnected the call. I dread to think of it even after the passage of a couple of lustrums. My heart was in my mouth…my eyes got wide opened…If there was even a tinge of sleep it was propelled at the blink of an eye. My heart was pounding like a drum. I felt like having a lump in my throat. I also felt like darkness was trying to devour me taking a firm grip with it’s spooky unseen hands. With shivering hands, I somehow managed to make a call to my home. Then I could listen to an unfamiliar sound instead of my father’s same old squeaky voice. I felt weird. What’s happening!!! I was wonderstruck? Regaining my senses back in a while, I was able to fathom that it’s none other than my neighbour. He also disconnected the call relpying that I will be called in a few minutes.

I was disheartened and started wailing. Then soon Angel reached the spot and told me to change dress. She added that my uncle is on the way to pick me up. My brother met with an accident!!! I was half dead. I felt like I am loosing my balance and almost collapsed on the floor. With moist eyes and prayers on lips I changed my dress. Meanwhile my uncle reached hostel. Angel was unwilling to leave me home alone as she knew well what was my sibling’s place in my mind. So she also set off with me . There were a couple of strangers too in the van with uncle. Angel, I and uncle sat on the back seat. I was curious to know about the details of Tim. He reluctantly replied to my queries. Tim got hospitalised!!! He was not willing to reveal much and I wasn’t able to listen too as I felt like I got deafened by the alarm of an eerie ambulance. I prayed not even leaving a second to Gods. My mind got troubled up by the unstoppable occurrence of the image of a huge bus knocking my brother down.

I thought about the telepathic communication I had on the previous night in which a doll dressed in pink gown was dancing gracefully. Meanwhile, a sudden flash of some black ingredient was poured into its mouth and then it was hurled over a rock and fell dead. I saw this vision on the amber coloured hostel wall with my eyes wide open as I was preparing for the upcoming exams. I mused how strange is it to become a random thought proved to be true!

Hours passed like the pace of a snail. I could see that our vehicle had got into our native place. It passed over almost all the ace hospitals I knew. I got perplexed and enquired uncle about the hospital we were progressing to. He kept quite. So far, no silence had ever killed me to an extent of death! I pleaded him to tell the truth with tears gushing down my eyes. A shiver ran down my spine when my ears had no option but to listen to the bitterest truth that my Tim was no more.

I wasn’t even able to cry anymore due to the excessive haggardness l felt over my body and mind. I was staring at the sky to have a witness the faces of the merciless Gods whom I relied on profusely in all my worries. All the gods left me in the lurch. I was standing aloof discarded by the Gods pondering over the telepathic communication I had on the previous night. He was my breath, my life, my father, my teacher, my everything!!!

Years and years of pages turned on the book of my life. Even now I muse over the telepathic communication I had on that night. I sought all means to experience it again with Tim but in vain. Even now, I miss my Tim just like I missed him a couple of lustrums ago.

Some wounds can not be healed by the passage of time…

Explore the unexplored-

2021-02-17T01:10:00.001-08:00

Are you a nature lover? Then don’t seek assistance from anyone or anything to discover alluring places. Plan with your own instincts. There are plenty in store for us to track down in nature. What you all have to do is just pack your bags and go to unexplored areas where you can locate the mesmerizing spots. Even an arid area will have something to show you of its own. I could fathom this fact only when I ventured out a trip to Ooty. I felt a little bored as it was the fourth time I visited the same old place. Then we checked the search engines for the spots of panoramic view and they led us to Coonoor, a place near Ooty. On the way, we felt like parking the vehicle to have a peep around the place. What we could see was a stunning valley lying in front of us. The view still lingers in my psyche with all its lush foliage. The blessing triggered my instinct to park at all the places where I felt like and I could enjoy an unnoticed waterfall, a lake and a few more places which are not even mentioned in any of the search engines or travelogues. So, always follow your instincts and explore the unexplored.

Coonoor(near Ooty) Dolphin’s Nose

2021-02-13T22:44:00.001-08:00

Eyes lurking for a lush panoramic view?

Then the picturesque spot at Coonoor is beckoning you with the disposition of a flora feast to serve for your eyes. Here the clouds nestle you in their arms. You will get into a reverie that you are on the vast sky among the clouds swinging with the fog as a matter of fact. Anytime your vision will get suspended with the foggy air and it wrap you around like a white blanket. The waterfall view on the opposite side of the valley will make you spellbound. The greeneries down the valley sways with the misty breeze. But the fog is the determiner whether to provide you with a visual treat or not. If he resolves not to, you will have to wait for hours pleading him to depart for a while to have a view of the valley with the waterfall gushing down. Are you pondering over the peculiar name of the viewpoint! Yes, it got its name Dolphin’s Nose as the observation deck has its sahpe. So pack your bags at the drop of a hat and rush up to this viewpoint.

Hailstones

2021-02-12T18:20:00.001-08:00

Hailstones

I wait for that day of downpour,

When hailstones shower from the sky.

I relish keeping them on my palms,

Enduing merrily the icy cold.

I scan its melting process,

Getting thinner and thinner bit by bit...

Oozing cold water to sip.....

Its splendor outshining the -

Refrigerated ice cubes.

But the fleeting pleasure,

Of the melting hailstones!

My psyche persist in coaxing me,

To seek something worthful,

Creating a perennial appeal,

In the transitory moments of life,

To leave behind when we melt down.

My Cup of Tea

2021-02-09T02:07:00.001-08:00

A cup of tea is my cup of tea,

Implying respite from tedious routine.

With the spicy scent of cardamom,

And with the colour of solace,

It drives me to a reverie of respite

The dripping tea fills to the brim,

The rising smoke swirls around,

My tiny tongue, triggering to sip.

It fills my belly a hot-filling one.

Won't miss you for all the tea in China.

Tea alone, with friends, foes and kins

Spread various vibes and flavours.