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One of the biggest wounds in my life and even this little world that we share, is fatherlessness. It’s a deep wound and its ramifications reveal itself in various ways. We grow up believing that God, in his image, creates an Earth Father for us, who will mirror His love and gentleness to his children and family. When this doesn’t happen a child grow up with a question mark over their head about who God is and many grow angry towards God.

As a kid, I’ve done that. But I don’t need a reason to be angry with God.

Back then, there was deep sadness, anger, resent and hurt.

Also, one can only hold the pain for so long, after that it’s just words.

Time and again, I would realize my habits of avoiding intimacy and being truly vulnerable with males, stemmed from the most important four letters, their presence and my fathers absence in my life.

I am not a victim–I have the awareness and I have used that moment and his words to unroot my fears of being abandoned of a father’s love.

But there’s a story… some unspoken sadness that makes me fragile yet acts as my only fuel, motivating me to become self propelled in life. Knowing her journey, I couldn’t bring myself to believe in “love.” Because it was the sound that I didn’t hear too often when I was just a child. Not being with someone who can appreciate a woman for the honor and love she brings to ‘his’ house.

It was the sound when I was just a kid and felt that you had stopped breathing, and little by little, over the years, pieces of your soul became fuzzy. I watched your happiness wilting away. When during all the grey blurs of hours, walls closed in on you, collapsed onto you and all the sobs reverberated through the walls, stealing all the air from your lungs. You had to face the music on your own and learn it the hard way with all your anxieties, sometimes kicking in at 5 in the morning or 9 in the night.

When your shaking breast woke you up with waves of pain that felt like earthquakes on your limbs.

When you had constellations of bruises on your body yet the signs of it on your body would go unnoticed.

When the dark circles weighed your eyes down and there were scratches on your notches.

When pounds started to come off your body and your cheeks began to look hollow.

So much of your beauty just wrinkled away.

It was the emptiness of your heart that I heard, the blankness of your face that I saw… In the blurry shades of life, you would question how do we let bad things happen to us, but most importantly why do pain happen to mostly the gentlest people, with nothing on them that taints their soul?

But whatever pain your path brought, it brought you to us and us to you.

You chose to walk a daily nightmare so that your children could live their dreams. You made sure that they don’t head for the same life as “YOU” did… Lady, it takes orb of courage. As a kid, I questioned your life’s choices. As a grown up lady, I respect them, because life wasn’t served to you on a silver platter.

A woman’s heart is a deep abyss of feelings unseen and unheard. Now that I’ve grown and became wise, I’ve began to understand even the unspoken and infinite despairs, darkening the walls of your heart.

Even when you were breaking on the inside, your tenderness guarded you…it kept her sane…it was your bravery that despite the million things that tore you apart with each passing day, you chose to speak of nothing but happiness for your children, which was a vessel for your own happiness.

Even when the absence of a father’s love made us resentful, God was watching us and in YOU, he embodied the love of a mother and a father.

Fathers are master gardeners…they tend to every leaf, removing the weeds placing us in the windows of opportunity so that we can lean towards the sun..So that we may never forget that the sky is the limit…they plant kisses on our cheeks; hugs on our backs, growing their love on us the best way they know how…Like MY FATHER! My father sacrificed having nothing, so that I and my siblings can have everything. My father walked a daily nightmare so that we could live our dreams; accursed to suffer for those who my father loved the most. My father watered us with blood, sweat, and tears so that we could be ripe for the harvest and I hope that one day, I can be as great as a father as SHE IS FOR ME.

YES! On Mother’s Day, I’m speaking of my FATHER. Because from where I come, FATHER is, always has been, and always will be spelled M-O-T-H-E-R. My father is my mother and I have always and will always love her, even though I may not say it to her often.

All that I am and all that I will ever be is because of you.

You were the person who would stand in bitter cold when your own legs were pained… you would wash, clean, dry, make sure everyone is warm and in comforts, even if you yourself unable to even step down from bed or herself is shivering in cold.

For long years, you did not know the comfort of AC and would dampen the cloth in icy water and place it on you to feel cool in the gnawing summers.

Even when you got the comfort of AC, you would rather stand by the gas stove, preparing dishes that everyone will savor, even when the beads of sweat grew until perspiration ran down your face.

With her swollen feet, pained knees and feelings of nausea, you went on doing everything to comfort everyone in the family, without a single complaint or anything in return and yet, in the eyes of one man, you remained the most unproductive and under appreciated person.

Only one person!

No vacations, no weekends retreat.

No breaks, no recaps, no perks.

Uneasy days,

and a schedule that’s hard to comprehend.

Mothers in every single household are the best economists and the best givers.

While I was a school goer, my mornings would began by bickering, for you didn’t tie my hair into a ponytail correctly and while I was getting late for school, you would keep running after me, holding a glass of milk and a plate with toasts. While I acted stubborn, you would be persistent in your efforts, ensuring that I never left for school, with my stomach empty.

You had sleepless nights so that you never missed a thing.
You chose milk for me rather than bread for you. You slept hungry that night.
You had so much to do, but you never left me alone when I was will.
Your feet was sore from your broken slippers, but your brought me toys that I asked for.
When I was awake all night studying, you never could have a sound sleep.
When I cried my eyes out in the middle of my exam preparation in wee hours of night, you wiped the tears away.
You were the emptiness I felt in the house when you would go out of town for few days or so.
No combinations of alphabets from A – Z can truly describe what you have been to me.
You celebrated every birthday of ours with much enthusiasm, even though you always had to do everything on your own.
You would sit with your little three bundles of love… and that’s how every birthday, every festival rolled by.
You would buy no, little or few clothes for yourself in the entire year yet, ensured that your kids go anywhere, looking just as fantastic.
Mama, you have taught me to do the right things..
you have always let your baby fly.. giving me things that I needed to make it through this crazy thing called life..and helped me smile through the tears..
You’re the Imago Die in my life.

Thanks for being my mother, my father, my best friend, my everything.

Happy Mother’s Day, Maa!

Happy YOU day!

If you could just see yourself from my eyes, you will know that you are not your failures… you are not the pain you went through… You are the struggles you made and what they made you : “a woman with an indomitable spirit, with tremendous orb of courage.”

You had taught me that if God has given you a dream or a purpose to work towards, don’t get discouraged by those who don’t see the vision, for it wasn’t given to them. Believe the dream and go achieve. Don’t be jaded by the success, the riches others are already blessed with. Go on, create your own life!

Thus, from your spirit, I’ve learnt to draw my strengths.

I could have died during the delivery, when my oxygen had stopped but I got a chance to live. And you wrapped me in the gift of love when I was born… You showered me with love every day of my life… And that very love will remain our gift to this world! We will remain indebted for all the care we received from you, but I want to make peace with the fact that somehow, in all your sicknesses, I had the opportunity to ‘mother’ my MOTHER.

Let us keep all the mothers in our prayers today because there are all kinds of mothers out there… Married; Single; Married but doing most of the parenting; the Fathers who lose their wives and never remarry and become mother of their kids; a young and early parent who gives in her child for adoption so that someone with no kids have their house brim with joy of a child’s playfulness. And then the animal mother’s who face the most difficulty in giving births yet the motherly affection is the same in their souls as in case of humans.

There’s nothing that will ever more be sanguine and sacred than motherhood.

Let us observe ‘Mother-Angelversary’ to honor the mothers who once walked this Earth and left for their heavenly abode.

Let us feel the heartaches that comes with the realization that someone, somewhere out there is living without knowing the love of a mother and hope that someone else will nurture them with a love closer to that of a mother’s… Because life is so much unfair.

You don’t always have to tell your mother that you love her, but when you do, make sure she feels it.


To the Man who will fall in love with me…

To the man who will fall in love with me…

Well, I don’t know who you are or where you are, but I suppose I may want you to know that I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. Sometimes, when I’m jaded, and think about love, I end up feeling that I’ll always be alone. It feels great to be called cute, pretty, sweet every now and then, and yet, ending up alone, having no one to talk to in the stillness of the night. So I lay down and think that ‘somewhere, out there, you are thinking of the love you haven’t met, yet.’

If destiny ever parks me in front of you, the one I’m meant to be with, I suppose there are things you will need to know about me. The key to deal with me is – patience and persistence.

I want you to know that it will not be easy for me to fall in love with you, because I’m insecure and terrified and every time, a chance to be loved will come along, I’m most likely to try to run away from it. I’m insecure because sometimes one can trust a person, and then, when things are down, they forget about you. If I do trust you, there will always be a fear that I will get my heart broken again. I’m terrified – because the chaos, the sadness and the things inside of me will keep me from finding a home inside someone else.

And yet, I’m choosing to think about love more often and feel vulnerable, because the fear of not opening up my heart to someone would be worse than not using it all. Will it still be any good if I decide later to use it? What I have really got to lose? The heart can only be broken for as long but it won’t be gone. Ever! No matter what the wreckage, I know I will survive and I will make it through.

So, when you fall in love with me, know that I push people away because I’m forever haunted that everyone who comes barging into your life, will leave one day. Time after time, I’d done things for other people and then I wake up and… and I’m empty, I have nothing! I feel exhaustipated.

When you fall in love with me, know that I house a lot of sadness inside of me, and sometimes, it’s not even my own. I may constantly be in a state of perpetual sadness because I feel too deeply and intensely the sadness that lurks in this world and I want to hear people. I carry the weight of their sorrows and it makes me hollow. So, when you do fall for me, you need to know that you are falling for an Empath, who is struggling between ‘being kind, compassionate enough and to be able to do things for who are needy, while she is needy herself‘ and ‘trying to be empty enough to sit at the table, accepting life’s worst horrors and everything that I cannot change.‘ I will have you listen to my rants that bothers me when I learn why people are so bad to each other, yet, to reassure your faith in humanity, I will sing you stories of hope, love, endurance, miracles, and struggles of people we won’t and will never know.

When you fall in love with me and take me on the rides… as I would sit beside you in the car, I will gaze outside the window, just looking at the surroundings and the people, and feel the sadness and helplessness penetrate and my heart aching. I will go numb and become quiet, like all the energy has been sucked out of my body. When you will fall for me and I will for you, I will like those car/bike rides in which I can hold your hand or wrap my arms around you from the back, but I would basically like for you to give up your convenient car rides and to take the auto rickshaw, rickshaw and bus rides with me. So much of my learning has come from seeing people handicapped yet crawling their way on the bus floor, or the simple joy of giving up my seat for someone or just leading someone blind to a vehicle. I want you to see the world from my eyes for once.

When you fall in love with me, I wouldn’t demand or want you to buy me gifts every week, or month. But if I ask for something little, I want you to try and give it to me, like the biggest teddy bear in the stores or a bouquet of orchid flowers or a room decorated with balloons on my birthday or savoring the tasty ice gola with me or buy me books or do something adventurous with me. But, whatever you do, don’t buy me chocolates! That’s a NO-NO! I’m more like a candy person, everything sweet and sour is what I like to savor the most.

When you fall for me, take time to know the simple pleasures that only little things can bring. Take time to know that I would like to say a hearty yes to new adventures and have you be my partner in it. I want you to know that I’ll be as ecstatic as a kid… I would chase the butterfly, swing the porch or be a tree climber. I will be happy and sad, high and low, energized and lifeless, all at the same time. Yet, I will try to find my kick, the adrenaline rush I live for. I would want to sit by a river stream and listen to the the sound of water; I will live for the rains and would want you to walk with me in the rain or share the same umbrella with you; I want you to go for cycle rides with me; I would want you to be the anchor of my soul.

When you fall in love with me, I hope all of you falls in love with all of me. You will eventually learn how I look not so good without the make up. However, I hope that your love will give me the confidence to show my bare face and that you will take time to acknowledge the beauty of my soul more than the beauty of my face, because how I am on the inside is forever, even when the my exterior starts to age, my hair turns to grey, my skin starts to sag, my body becomes wobbly and my face etched with pain. You will learn how I sip and spit out my drink if I start to laugh uncontrollably… how I chew my food… how uncomfortable I may become on the first few dates sitting right in front of you at the table, struggling to make eye contacts… you will know how I snort when I smile. You will know it all! I want you to be someone who I don’t have to hide from, in any way.

When you fall in love me with me and plan to propose me, please appoint a secret photographer who catches our moment at the best and on the wedding day, I hope that the camera catches you looking at me. My entire life, I’ve had a hard time walking into a room full of people on my own. Especially when I walk into a room and I see people of my age being with the one they love, it feels like I don’t and shouldn’t exist in that room and that I will not exist until there is someone who would look at me or touches my hand or even makes a joke at my expense, just to let everyone know… ‘I’m with him. I’m his.’ I want you to picture me in every state and seize me in that moment forever, while I’m engaged in the act of letting the moment seize me. I will have you see my beauty through the moments in life where I’m staring into space, or reading a book or simply enjoying myself. Because I will not look more beautiful than the way I look when I think that no one is watching.

When I fall in love with you, I want you to know that I’m loved by a lot of people, and it’s not the girlfriend-boyfriend kind of love, but all the other kinds of love. Like when someone told me that ‘I inspire them,’ ‘I rekindle their inner spirit,’ ‘I am kind and pure soul.’ Somehow, all of this has felt nice but I was always hesitant to accept even the most genuine of compliments. I may come across as someone modest. So while I will appreciate you appreciating me, I may still not know how to thank you enough for it.

When we fall in love and choose to start a life of our own, I want you to be a great ‘daddy’ to our kids, because I know the feeling of not knowing the love of ‘one.’ There’s no worst horror than having the person you can rely most upon in front of your eyes and yet, feel abandoned and deprived of his love. Some absences will always rue in my life. So when I tell you this, I want you to know that I don’t my kids to feel this way.

When we fall in love, I don’t want you to hurt me. If something hurts you or cuts you deep, I would want you to talk to me and let me be your healer. But never try to use me as a punching bag for your frustrations or dissatisfaction. Violence only brings devastation. Be a man, cry if you have to. Forget the words of the world, that teaches young boys that they don’t cry!  What they ought to have taught was : ‘Boys shouldn’t make others cry.’ As the saying goes : ‘Girls shouldn’t be hit, even with a flower.’

So, when you fall in love with me, you will need to know that my entire life, I mostly had guy friends and yes, they were just friends. I personally never got along too well with most girls. My guy friends and I hung out, talked, shared stories of our lives. Some were acquaintances, some were colleagues, some were friends, some were brothers but because of all this, don’t question my character and label me names. I might have been with them, but it never felt right with either of them.  I might have let a chance of potential love interests pass me by, because I was uninterested or that it wasn’t enough to hold my attention.

When you fall in love with me, know that my body is not automatically your privilege. It’s my choice. And like any girl, I would most humbly respect that before unbuttoning a girl’s shirt, you make your way all the way into her heart. I carry scars on my body, both external and internal; I have thunder thighs, I have curves. Some days, I want to look like the girl on the covers of those magazines but then I realize, they don’t look like that either. And so, I make peace with the way I look and pursue to fall in love with the girl I see in the mirror.  

When you fall in love with me, know that I’d almost fallen in love once. Had it not been for the third person, I never would have awakened to the feelings of love because for long, I had shut myself in. I thank him as I look back on the role he played and influence he had on me. Growing up in a state of negativity between adults and seeing horrendous things at tender age, there came a time when I was devastated. Not waking up to see the light of another day seemed better than waking up to the sounds abuse, curse and screams. Knowing him and sharing the similar pain (if not the same) helped me connect with him on such a strong emotional level that defied all laws of physical attractions. I don’t even know how he sounds, how he carries himself on day to day basis. His words were a gift to me and now, I choose to write my story. He brought me back from the dead. So, when you meet me and see the person that I see now, take a minute and thank this guy.

And when I fall in love with you, you will learn that I’ll appreciate your rawness, your honesty more than anything else. Your status, your looks, your wardrobe will come as a complimentary package with your personality. They might be important but they are secondary. I want to hear your every good word, every good deed, even the not – so – good ones.  Tell me what scares you, tell me what makes you come alive, tell me what has been on your wishlist and help me help you, to fulfill it. Tell me all your worst and good memories, your every heartbreak. Show me your wounds so that I can taste them. Sing to me of the stars, of nature and everything sweet and simple. And whether it’s 3 AM or 4 AM, and you’re too tired to cry or tell what’s wrong, I hope I will be the place you come to… I hope we will find home in each other and share the comfort in the moments of silence. I’m drained of not having a shoulder to cry on, so and so much that now, I can’t cry at all.

When you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I want to travel and write, find the truth and perspective in life. So do not try to tame me, cage me. I had been there in life and will find my way back to break free. But rest assured, when I’ll get tired and weary of my flight, I will come to you.

When you fall in love with me, you will know I’m weird too. Having ideas inside my head that I don’t know what to do with. Maybe, I’m caught in the world of movies too much. This includes : Visiting Ireland on St. Patrick’s Day/ Proposing to you on a Leap Year, see a White Christmas, ride on a chariot, have a Christian wedding, too. I want to volunteer at a children’s hospital, distribute weather proof coats to the homeless or write an exam for the disabled.

When you fall in love with me, you will learn that when I want to write, I struggle to find my words. So, I read and know what other writers have been writing, how they have been writing. I will check and recheck on Google some of my grammar usage and sentence forms. And even when it seems perfect piece of writing to all, I know there are flaws. When you will be mine, I will make sure to dedicate to you all my favorite quotes, my favorite stories and I will carve our love into my destiny, to express my ineffable love for you. I hope you will acknowledge the struggles I’ve made, the hard work I’d put in and blossomed into a lady of words, even though, there was a time when she couldn’t utter a word of English.

When you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I have secured decent education and I would like to work and settle in life on my own before I settle with you. The idea to share a life with someone else when I haven’t even created a life of my own seems beyond comprehension to me. If I choose to quit work and be a homemaker, respect those decisions. I’m not someone who will work her ass off and never have time for her family. But if I work, pay my bills and I’m secured, know that I’m not a threat. I want to support the family when the time comes, lessen your burdens because it is okay to entrust our responsibilities on men, but not okay to take them for granted. Also, I want you to know that I do not want you to be defined by your family or the money you have… Be someone who can create his own identity.

When you fall in love with me, know that I’ve no experience of dating or how it’s done. If I screw up, give me a chance or two. I want you to feel the comfort of being sworn to me and I want to be sworn to you. Remember, having you would be my choice, not a privilege and I hope you will feel that too. I want to find someone who doesn’t pick me up by default but treats me as his first choice.

And lastly, when you fall in love with me, you will know that I’m kind yet strong… so strong that I can be gentle, so educated that I can be humble, so fierce that I can be compassionate, so passionate that I can be rational, and so disciplined that I can be free. And a woman like me doesn’t need you. She wants you. She wants you to want her. She wants her to be your morning wish and your goodnight’s dream.

When we will be together, you will learn that there are some staunch decisions I want to make, like – be an organ donor because I want to live through someone else when I’m gone… my heart, kidney, eye, bones and anything that can be transplanted be taken away from my body and given to someone who needs them as a gift. And then if something is left of me, bury me.

From the dust I came, and to dust, I must return.

For the time I walked this Earth, I trampled upon and crushed so many creatures under my feet. So, let me turn to dust where my flesh nourish the creatures of the soil.

Buy a burial pod in my name and grow me into a tree. That way, I will give back to nature and may this same tree becomes a place where another parent would give a swing to their child. Consider this as my grave because I want you to visit me when I’m gone, but I don’t want you to mourn or suffer. When I will leave, I will leave a person shaped hole in your heart. You will miss me at every place I’d ever been in. Don’t close that hole, or all of me will be gone. Remember me and smile through those tears.

With much of me gone, if at all there are ashes left, I want you to mix those with the fireworks, and light it up, so that I can light up your world for one last time. Just do your best to forget my difficult days. Give me to the wind to take away. Never fail to see me through and inspire me so much that I don’t lose sight of this vision.

I may seem like a whole paragraph as I write this but I don’t want myself to love you on the basis of checklists the world teaches young girls to make in their head, for an ideal boyfriend or husband. Accept me when I don’t quite fulfill the criteria either. Love isn’t who we expect or think it should be.

This is to the man of my life… whoever you are, wherever you are, I wouldn’t propose plans. I would propose to give the thing it’s chance and let it solve as is to be resolved. I want our love to mold me for the better.

But one thing is true, all of me will love all of you.  I will luuurve you, I will loave you, I will luff you.