From Mangsang, with love

It was the usual at the dinner table. Rice, daal and vegetables. And yet somehow, it tasted better than the average day meal. As I attempted to unfold the mystery element in my head, my mother remarked "It tastes better today, right?".

Validation of my observation made it even more intriguing. I must find out, my mind resolved. "What new ingredient you added, mother?", I enquired. "Nothing. But this rice is from your last village visit". Those humble faces resurfaced. They had gifted me some rice from their field with such love. It had to taste great. It always does.

World must unite

And here we were, 

Thinking all had learnt, 

From those two Wars,

That they only spill blood. 

That they only demolish, 

What we so cheerfully built,

That they take away the young, 

While their mothers weep, 

That they strangle, 

the hope for peace. 

And what remains after, 

Are the children of war, 

The melancholic grief, 

And the idea of revenge. 

And yet, here we are, 

Witnessing another. 

And for what really?

Expansionist desires, 

Of a monster unleashed. 

World must unite, 

To stop this rise, 

Of yet another Adolf, 

World must unite,

To save innocent lives. 

World must unite, 

To stop this war, and now!

The world must unite. 

A wonderful upbringing

 When we were small, our mother taught us several things. We used to go to the jungle together and collect firewood. She also taught us to plant vegetables and fruits. We used to love the whole process of seeing the crops grow and the connection with mother earth.

We then used to sell the vegetables and fruits in nearby areas. When we gave the proceeds to our mother, she told us to put everything in our piggy banks. At the end of each year, we used to break them open to pay our school tuition fees. That is how we all got through school and college. Today, when we look back, we feel proud to overcome all those odds.

( As told by one Sister in fond remembrance of her mother's unique way of upbringing. A great mother indeed. And an inspiring upbringbring indeed)

Flock in waiting

 As I circled the house premises for my morning walk routine, I noticed that today the flock of sparrows had gathered over the small shed near our main door. They sat there looking down towards the ground. Almost as if waiting for something to happen.

Usually they would move around playing and chirping. The stillness was ergo intriguing. Every time I crossed the spot, they would reorganise a bit. But they stayed there. It took a while to figure out that since my mother is away, no one has put something there for them to eat. That was there food-spot. As soon as food arrived, the flock rejoiced. So did we.