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Transformation

Yesterday, my nephew, Nishant, became 4 months old. Ever since he was born, I have seen my sister change. As usual, there have been wakeful nights, tiresome days, and unending baby demands. When the baby was not dirtying his nappies, he was crying for feed. After having his fill, he was again dirtying his nappies. No doubt it was tiring. His sleep cycle keeps changing. When his parents are up, he is asleep and when they want to sleep, he wakes up. On the whole, it is very interesting. I visited them on the last weekend. A visit to their place cheers me up a lot. So whenever I feel I could use some rest emotionally, I end up at their place. Anyway, this time I saw something so beautiful that I realized that my sister is a new person altogether. It was a busy day at their place and by the time my sister got some free time to take a bath, it was almost noon. After bathing Nishu, she put him to sleep and went to take her bath. She had just entered the bathroom when Nishu woke up and starte

Poor, poor people!

As usual, we were stuck in a mini-jam at the red light near my office today morning. Me and my husband were looking around and making intellectual observations about things around while our car crawled through the traffic. Down the road, some meters ahead of us, we noticed laborers pushing a cement-mixing machine on the side-walk. Those of you who know what I mean by a cement-mixing machine will picture it as a circular container suspended on bars with huge wheels. Cement along with other material is put inside this circular container and the container is rotated to mix the cement properly. It is not a light contraption; on the contrary, it seems quite heavy. These laborers were moving quite fast. They were actually running behind the machine while pushing it with their hands. One laborer was pulling it from the front. "I wonder why they are moving so fast," My husband wondered. "They must be in a hurry," I suggested. "But this machine must be heavy and difficu

Me?

Am I the Candle Flame flickering with the assault of wind? Or Am I the gust of wind that in its path teases the candle flame? Can you see me in the steps that lead up to the home of Lord? Or do I exist in the feet, that tread their way up to divinity? Can I be felt in the song that wanders around the tall trees? Or Am I the lonely lass who meanders singing songs of love? Am I the abundant nectar, that finds its way into a butterfly's mouth? Or am I the pretty insect, That sighs in ecstacy with the sweet sip? Do I travel with the light, from the lamp of the fast moving train? Or am I the black darkness, chased by the train on its nightly tour? Who am I? Am I the one whose pen, has overflown with these words? Or Am I the one whose eyes devour each word as they move from top to bottom?