Teacup Heart U, Me and Coffee Talks...!!: June 2013

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Monday, 10 June 2013

Feel The Rain, Don't Just Get Wet..

Aah! The Rains are back again….!

The chilly breeze is back yet again .. making the various shades of green sway.. and playing with my strands coming out of my loosely tied pony-tail… The tickling effect  the hazy air gives when it plays with my hair and encircles me…

I don’t know but my dedicated Love for Rain makes me crave for an isolated place where I can be by myself  and enjoy and feel every single droplet of rain…. Like Bob Marley said- “Don’t just get wet in rain.. Feel the rain…”..

That tingling feeling the water droplets give when they travel through the hair drenched in rain, caress my cheeks and rest on the neck … *goosebumps*… Some feelings are just  inexpressible…

These rains somehow surprisingly make me outdoorsy.. just like the fog in the winters… It makes me want to absorb every single beauty of it…

There are some people or friends I have heard who Hate “Rain” just because of the puddles and the dirt on the road…  But my question is.. Are not we supposed to hold our head high when we walk rather than look down???... Even in life…  Never look down unless u r helping someone who’s low…

Same goes with the rain… Why to look down and rant and rave about the dirt and puddles… when u have all the reasons in the world to look up and savour every beauty of the rain… Just look up and enjoy the eternal and serene beauty of it.. let it absorb u completely…

The crisp, fresh scent of the wet earth.. The different shades of green dancing to the melodious tune of mesmerizing breeze..  The hues of sky changing from orange to pearl white or may be smudged colours of black and grey…  fading light…

And if u r an indoorsy…  Watch outside that window of urs.. Get curled up against the cold glass of the window.. The tiny droplets making a beautiful pattern on the glass of the window.. Have u ever  tried as a kid to make different  patterns of that water droplets using ur dainty fingers? …A sweet instrumental music or your favourite numbers playing on ur i-pod list.. A nicely brewed cuppa coffee in ur hand…  and a good book to read… Snuggle and Cuddle under the quilt with your pillows… Sink deeper into the quilt..  These are those overwhelming moments that can help u meet ur ownself… Treasure them..!!

Have a word with ur loved ones..  Send that messages that u have saved in ur drafts but are unable to send.. Say what u need to say.. The best weather to have a tete-a-tete with your dear ones…

Is there really still anything to rant and rave about the rains??? …  Hold ur head high.. Look up and enjoy the rain.. feel the rain.. Let it mingle with you.. Let it meet u ur ownself.. 

P.S.- People always wanted me to write about Romance in this season… But for me, its like sculpting a shadow.. Portraying what I have never felt..  I would rather Romance with the Nature and Rains..!! *wink-wink*

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Tabassum - A Smile

There I was sitting by the lake side, gazing at the star-studded night. And trying to get involved with the ambience around me.  I could feel the silence in the surroundings and I tried to feel ‘peace’ if this is what it means. People always say that the best things in the world are felt with closed eyes.. And as soon as I closed my eyes and tried to feel the peacefulness around…The gentle breeze of spring surrounded the cold atmosphere..  And I was about to frame a picture of “Symbol of Peace”, when I suddenly was shuddered by the sounds of sobbing and weeping..

I immediately opened my eyes and looked around.. The moonlight was faint enough to give me a clear view. So I went nearer to the object or figure from where the sobbing sound came..  As soon as I got nearer, I saw a lady in creased synthetic saree, may be in 30’s standing at the lake on a few feet wall that surrounded it and almost on the edge of it. Moreover, I recognized from her bumpy belly that she must have been pregnant. And was standing on the edge of the wall and thinking whether to jump off the wall into the lake or not.. The blue waters of lake of course seem to be calling for her.

I thought to ignore her, scared of not getting involved into any issue like any other normal citizen…(Mango Man/Girl)…But all of a sudden there was something that made me pause. I just made up my mind, went to her and asked her – “Excuse me..!”..

She was scared and was almost shivering and turned around and burst into tears aloud.. I let her cry for her catharsis to burst out.. After few minutes I gave her a bottle of water to drink… And asked her what was she upto and why? And what was her name and all..

She wiped of her tears and told me – “My name is Tabassum. I have come from Kolkata. I am pregnant and …”  

Before she could say further I interrupted… Don’t know for what.. and said – “The father of the kid left you so u r ending your life? Why? What is the fault of the kid that has not even born? U can’t give punishment to an embryo for the crime done by a father naa? And blah blah blah..”

But ya after Tamanna, again a name I fell in love with Tabassum – A smile…

She dint utter a word and let me speak. Once I was done with my questionnaire with no answers given from her. She told me – “I don’t know who the father is.. ” And she gave me a stare..

I looked her straight into the eye. For some reason I could not take my eyes off that tearful hazel eyes which sparkled more with tears.  All of a sudden I was shaken with cool breeze and by assembling words very difficultly I asked her.. “uuuuhhhmmmm… what do u mean?”

She took a deep breath and told me – “I am Tabassum. I have come from Kolkata. I am pregnant. I was born in one of the slum areas of Kolkata.  I was malnourished as a child. But recently I come from a place where there are bright tungsten lights at grocery shops and high volume pop music playing at the tea stalls. And between those tea stalls, are the narrow lanes where young girls with heavy makeup and colourful clothes get lined up. The girls of various ages, religions, caste, etc that try to draw attention of men by laughing, chuckling and pulling their hands..”

I suddenly felt the tiny droplets of perspiration on my forehead inspite of cold weather and my hands shivering and going numb. And I was almost about to say .. “So u r a prostit***”.. But I hardly can be that blunt ever so I decided to keep mum and asked her to continue.

She continued – “It was a mandatory contract that we were to serve atleast 10-15 customers each day .. When I went there for the first time, my dad took me there and left me when I was 12 years of age… I felt it all very gaudy and dirty and denied to do what Sardarni asked me to do…(the brothel owner).. But my dad had left me there for good and there was no escape and dint know way to my home..  So I was forced to serve a customer at the age of 12 and I was bleeding and crying…”

She was almost into tears as if it all happened yesterday.. I patted her on her back and asked her to drink some more water..

She continued- “ I used to serve customers one after another whole day and night .. almost 20-25.. And If I denied to do that I was not served food for that day…”

I started shivering now. I asked her – “What is ur age?”

She said – “I am 18 years old now”… And I was shocked .. Because she looked in 30s..

I asked – “But u look much elder than your age?”… And I was still not believing her age.. I thought may be because she’s from slum area, she might not be knowing her perfect age but half the age??

She told me – “When I joined I was malnourished. So I was given injections of ‘Oradexon’ – a steroid in order to gain weight, appear healthier and more attractive to clients.. And this drug can be found on any tea stalls or grocery shops around the brothel.. We don’t require prescription for it..”

And I was like numb now.. I asked her “Is this the same drug that farmers use to fatten their cattle”.. and she agreed to it.. Now I was speechless..

She continued – “ We are given 300-500 rs per day… But I don’t know how much I actually earned because Sardarni used to take away all my income and in return she served me food for 3-4 times a day. For me, that was enough.. Food and shelter! .. May be because some customer might not have used precautions so I got pregnant and my sardarni left me.. Because she knew that I was of no use to her since I would not have been able to serve the customers… I came here with one of my friends who brought me here… But I lost her on the station… And now I am pennyless and jobless and shelterless.. If I can not survive, how will this kid survive? .. And even if I survive and give birth to a child and if it happens to be a girl, due to poverty it will again be the next Tabassum? ..i don’t want it… ”

I just asked her if she knew all household work.. She agreed to it.. I told her to save her ownself and the kid as well by working as a maid at various places..  She can earn her living and also bring up her child in a better way. She was lost in thoughts for sometime…

Then she agreed to it and decided to stand on her own feet… I gave her food and some money and left from there…

Again… as soon as I turned.. she gave me a voice.. “Memsaab… Thank you for saving mine and my kid’s life..” and she smiled… 

I just told her – “God bless u and the kid and keep smiling!”

A Smile – A Tabassum was back on her face which had faded and crushed long before…

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