Phoenix

Despised from birth
Oft' cursed as blunder.
She wrought and toil
From dusk till dawn.
'Silence' - her loudest voice
E'er drawing sarcastic eyes.
Though belittle her heart beats strong
Wrapping in love her little ones
That none can break nor beat it down.
She is the girl child
The second best;
Forever fighting for her place.
But like a phoenix she rises again
Over and over though burnt to ashes.
She is the woman
Who soars in grace
Embracing pain and joy alike.

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We humans are funny creatures. If we really or rather badly want something, we are ready for anything. No matter what, the adrenaline always kicks in and voila we give our all. Be it in love, career or even the simplest of things like common neccesities. So it became no different for me although it has nothing to do with love or career but simply life and a movie.
A sunny day
1:3o p.m
Delhi
200 bucks
and so it went like that. One sunny friday morning, I woke up and decided to go for a movie. I had been waiting for this release since last year and could wait no longer. So I called up a friend who wanted to come along and the two of us set out. We went for a midday show and I'm sure if you've experienced this Delhi summer you'll surely say 'wow'. Even indoors, this heat can drain you out. Venturing out at this time would have been only for important matters, but nothing could outdone our enthusiasm. Braving the heat, me and my friend rushed out as we were almost late. There was a traffic jam and my mind was already planning to watch the part that we would be missing at the first chance that I could. We sort of ran to the venue. We stood in line but much to our relief, a man sold us his tickets. Without hesitation, I shed 200 bucks. Maybe this is nothing for some, but on a student's budget it really is something else. I would have never done this on normal occasions but this was special. We were lucky because the moment we took our seats, the movie started.
It felt good. Satisfying. I don't regret any of the things that I did for this movie.
Being a Potter fan, I'm sure you'll understand.
So go on, don't hesitate and give yourself a treat once in a while. The satisfaction that you get later is worth it. But make these occasions rare, otherwise the worth of it will be underestimated.

for Meera...........

" I would walk those hills again, just to have a glimpse of her. Her black, flowing hair that danced in the winds and her sparkling eyes that tell stories as you look into it. She was the best gift any parent could have been given and yes the Colonel was proud of her. He would talk endlessly of her and being hopelessly in love with her, I was always eager to listen to these talks of her. It was no wonder that I went over to the house next door for every evening tea and with the Colonel's wife always happy to have me around, I never missed to see her beautiful smile. I could never stop wondering how God can create such a perfect thing but I was so thankful to Him to have brought her to this world. I was always in a jovial mood after my evenings at the Colonel's and would always be humming a song as walk into my door. But it was always this door that would shook reality back to me. The moment I entered, the kids would run up to me and kiss me, their mother slowing walking behind them. Then my guilty fantasy world would have to be closed for another day again and wait till it would be let out the next evening. Love can cross boundaries, but mine have to respect those bounderies. Boundaries created by me alone, by the sanctity of marriage.
My wife would have always guessed my little emotional affair but she never complained. She simply waited for me to return to her with all my heart. The day finally came. My love was going to be married. That evening tea wasn't as pleasant as before, a certain Mr. Malhotra was going to take her away. I did not hum when I went back home, my jovial mood was gone. I was bitter and lashed out my frustration at my wife. She bore it all. Many years have passed since then and my grandchildren completes me. I am not sorry for falling for what I could not have but Meera deserves better. Yes, it is true, I still would love to see that girl again but more so, I would love to see Meera again. I hate myself for hesitating to tell her that I am thankful for her, that I loved her, that I am so proud of her for sticking with me through thick and thin as she had promised that day....when I took her to be my wife." The last words were choking him, the guilt he felt is yet to die, I could tell that he missed her so....