my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

  The sweater waits in a quiet drawer, soft as a winter that forgot the sun. Its scent, dust, pine walls, a hint of rain... brings back a girl who never rushed her seasons. She used to wipe her sweaty palms on it, press her cheek to its wool, Or sometimes simply smell the freshness in winter morning… After so many seasons, it is still carrying warmth the way small hands carry secrets- clumsy, but tender. Now she lives where streets don't echo, where trains speak louder than sparrows, Where winter is just deadlines and trips.. where sweaters are just clothes and not love stitched in yarn. Still, on nights the moon feels far, she breathes in the old smell again, and somewhere inside her ribs a tiny version of herself curls up, reclaiming the wool like a story, Peace and sorrow meeting quietly in her heart - at the same time.. She forgets she ever outgrew the town that first taught her warmth. The sweater always holds a piece of herself when she needed that little girl…

  Let us do this all over again Let us rewrite our story Let us add another day after our forever Shall we? Let's cross all the bridges, or burn them if need be Let's swim the ocean halfway and take the road we fancied... Let us meet where we always wanted to be, where we meant to be Let us add another day after our forever, shall we? Let us hold each other little tighter this time My fear should disappear at the music of your heartbeat Kiss me with a little more passion this time,  The pain should melt away in the warmth of the love that we feel Stand with me a little stronger, walk with me a little longer Hold me when I stumble, push me when I fumble... Be my Spring, by my Christmas,  Be my home for a little longer... Let us do everything right this time, everything little more, Let us rewrite our story Let us add another day after our forever Shall we? @chayashreepathak

Being a girl, was her choice. She is sure she fought with the lord to be born, Most of them on earth still prefer the other chromosome... Wasn’t aware so many experiences would await in the planet earth, Never thought there is a “user manual” for being a girl... The society tells us what to do, what not to what to wear and what not to what and how to say, sit, walk, sleep and how not to... The list is extensive, but don’t worry, The ‘user manual’ has covered it all... The society did a splendid job to keep it warm, And many added extra pages by being or finding the so called ‘good girl’... Then the time comes when the girl becomes a woman, and meets some pseudo feminists ... From outside educated and civilized, They promise they don’t follow the manual, Alas! they do, just with some conditions applied... She saw new pages getting added This time hypocrisy was to be blamed... ‘you can wear whatever you want, just not in front of the elders. you can do whatever you want, just that th...

And just like the sky and the earth, just the two train tracks... We are together, yet we will never meet! Parallel they call it, we call it love, being together without meeting has its own charm... We are not bound by the society, nor the norms, our hearts are with each other, somewhere in the deepest corner... I won't lie, I started to believe in our own lie, like we feel the sky meets the earth on the horizon, when we see it from far... My heart believed that we have our own horizon too, and someday... someday we will meet there... Till then, let's carry each other in our hearts, tell our story with various names and laugh... Let's deny calling it love... And, on lonely nights, on rainy days,  on the spring mornings, on a sunny bright day of summer,  And, on just every day... Let's wait for our horizon to arrive... soon...!!!

  Today, once again, you woke me up with a nudge You were smelling like the December…   With the eyes half opened, I saw you staring out of the window Face full of displeasure, like the ocean before the storm…   I thought of walking up to you, but you started jumping around like a deer  teasing me to the core...   You can poke all my senses, you know? And yet I don't hold you tight enough I always let you go, only to regret and repent later…   Still, you keep coming back, you keep pushing me But I would always be the ignorant usual self…   Sometimes you rant incessantly about how I keep ignoring you And occasionally you just stand there staring at me with eyes full of questions...   Today, I wanted to hold your hand again, but you once again decided to tease me and hide You, my passion, someday I will hug you and love you with all the love I have, with all the love you deserve!!   Till then, please just hang in there, and keep your part of th...

#MeToo are not just words, she whispered! A silent nod she got in reply!! He realized its time to talk about it, the “Me” has no gender after all! Few questioning eyes stared at him, sigh!! It can happen in a marriage as well, The 40-year old mother of 2 typed in the comment space. Wiped her tears while pressing hard on the backspace !! All games make me happy except this one,  She asked with teary eyes! He gave her the chocolate and walked away saying goodbye!! For some metoo has no meaning For some me too has no time, gender or voice While some question the courage For some it is just another day, without any change!! #metoo .... Chaya