Childhood..

Running on the roads along with spare tyres. Collecting pepsi crowns. Marbles. Thokkudu billa. Ice gola. Color pepsi in long plastic covers. Housie housie with sarees . Hide n seek in the parking lot- amidst scooters and cars. Kho Kho. Gully cricket with a team that had 8 yr olds to 18 yrs olds. Broken window panes. Fighting for balls. Getting drenched under the water hose.

Doordarshan. Srimaan ji Srimati ji. Chitrahaar. Ruthuraagalu. Chandrakaantha. Mahabhaarat. Rangoli. Shaktiman. Disney hour. Tom n Jerry. Aahat. Zee horror show. Raja aur Rancho.

Rough notes with left over pages of used books. Multi-colored pens. Smell of fresh new notebooks. 

Enid Blyton. Secret Seven.Scamper.Jack.George.Peter.Colin.Barbara.Pam.Scamper.Famous Five.Julian.Dick.George.Anne.Timmy.Five Find-outers.Frederick Trotteville a.k.a Fatty.Larry.Daisy.Pip.Bets.

Tinkle.Chamataka.Kalia.Hodja.Tantri.Suppandi.Shikari Shambu.Kapish.Uncle Anu and Uncle Pai

Hardy Boys.Frank and Joe
Agatha Christie.Jeffrey Archer.Irving Wallace.Arthur Hailey

One scooter, 4 people - the biggest luxury.

Stealing one rupee to buy osmania biscuits - the biggest guilt.

Reading - favorite pastime.

Exams - the biggest fear.

Homework - the only responsibility.

Tirupati - the ultimate holiday destination.

Julian of Famous Five - Biggest crush

Gokul Chat - the only hangout spot

Tank bund - favourite Sunday destination

Coming to think of it, I was blessed to have a beautiful childhood.All I have  now is just memories, actually, vague memories.It just takes second for a moment to become past, to become a memory among hordes of others.This is what I remember of my childhood, etched somewhere in the corner of my brain.I am afraid I will lose this too...

How was yours ? And what is it that you remember the most of your childhood ?

Gully Cricket.

Ice Gola

Marbles

Family on a Scooter

The other woman

I heard them laugh in the other room

Cheerful banter it seemed

How can he be happy without me

Was the first thought that came to me

The lazy times he spends with her

The stray strands of hair that he removes from her face

How I wish that was me

For his attention, it has become a race

Its hard for me to accept

that somebody else is also important to him

Its even harder to realize that

he can love somebody else as much as he loves me

The distance is growing between us

all that matters now is her

Why doesn't he see what it is doing to me

Have I become a blur?

However hard I try, I cannot  just ignore

It is eating me from inside.

My heart aches to share him

A part of me already died

I dont know why I feel jealous

I dont know why I bother

Despite knowing the fact that 

The other woman is his mother.

PS : This can be a mother's feelings too, when her son gets married. This is just from where I stand :)

Destroyed in love

I sleep with fears crowding my head

Fears that I cannot tell

My head keeps throbbing all the time

as if living in hell.

Multiple emotions bottled up inside

Anger,sadness,frustration and hatred

Showing any of these would only mean

tearing you into shreds

Smiling is painful these days

But Smile I should

With feelings playing havoc in my mind

I was doing all I could

My wings have been clipped

I have fallen with a thud

Our life had just started together

But it was nipped in the bud

I cannot handle this anymore

I want to give up and run away

All I have to ask you is to let me go

I can pick up my pieces and walk away

Thats easier said than done

Without you I cannot be sane

My heart yearns to be with you

despite all the pain

I know its not your fault

Even to you, it was a rude shock

You held us together in these trying times

And stood as strong as a rock

My place is beside you

When it shines and when it rains

How much ever I hate it

I will learn to love again

I cannot bear to leave you alone

everything seems so unfair

Sometimes,it just takes a second 

for hope to change to despair

I promise I will be there with you

together we will deal with this blow

Thats the right thing to do

even if it means being destroyed in love.

An honest confrontation

There are some things ,small things ,that make you unhappy.. but does that small thing mean a bigger problem at hand...?When do you start looking for it...?

You might not agree with some opinions..and the disagreement causes a frequent rift between you two..

Do you just brush it aside just like any other fight .. or begin to doubt of it were all that good in the first place...?

Forgetting what he said to you and being ga-ga all over him again is a good thing..or is it dangerous that you are forgetting what it is doing to you..and forgetting that he might not have forgotten ....?

It is okay to forgo small things.. it might be even easy..but then why is it so big for him?Why is it so difficult for him to let go ?

How important is it to ponder over where it is going ? Isn't it enough that you get over a fight within moments.. that you have more laughs together than ugly altercations..that you are proud of him despite his flaws...that you have more uncommon than common, but still know how to be happy...?Do you still have to stop and look back to check if the laughs you had were real..? that his flaws dont bother you.... or if you are really happy or its just that you don't remember the tears..?

And what if the answers are disturbing....how ready are you to accept it?

Memory

Sometimes, all you are left with are memories.

I am becomes I was.

Past is all you hang on to.