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Monday, May 28, 2012

A Letter: To Sun, With Love!


My dear Sun,  
How are you? Wassup? How are summers going? All is well? Ahh…wait… before you start wondering who am I?  Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am young girl named ‘Vichita’, living in a small state dressed with beaches, Goa! I have been brought in the sand which sparkles when you shine… and the air which brightens when you smile. I am writing to you to share my little experience this summer because you are one person who has been with me all these years… relaxing in the summers, playing hide and seek in the monsoon and warming up in the winters.
I am girl belonging to a small orthodox family which lives in a house bonded with values, discipline and culture. Since childhood I have never grew beyond books, never stood second in class and never played out with friends. Life was always about hard work and the obvious followed success.
This summer vacations of my college my mother had planned to teach me all house hold chores, like every other year. The only new thing this vacation was my cousin Kyra, who was coming down for a few days. Kyra is my aunt’s daughter born and brought up in Chennai. She is a chirpy, pretty and bubbly girl of my age. In spite of us belonging to the same blood stream and similar family values, we are poles apart as a person. Kyra has a charm which makes it hard for anybody to deny her anything. She gets done whatever she feels like… No Rules, No plans! Even our old family discipline is charmed by her. She has very different rather eccentric ideas of enjoying vacations, whereas I have never really enjoyed any vacation. So I just did whatever she wanted to!
Up till now, going out in the sun was absolute NO-NO. Mom always scolded sarcastically “Look at you in the mirror”. For her, it was always about my looks and my success. But Kyra kept insisting on going out and like everybody even mom couldn’t deny her. Together, we went everywhere. We played volleyball on the beaches, built sand castles, splashed water on each other and buried our feet in the sand till the waves washed them off. We played in the parks with kids, trying to hide in the corners scratching ourselves everywhere. We spent hours street shopping….actually bargaining! We danced in the pre-monsoon showers, making boats and jumping in the puddles. Of course later fell sick and spent days blabbering while lying on the bed.  We danced wackily on loud music, watched stupid movies on television and at the end of the day we tried to figure out what exactly we were doing all day.
 For the first time in my life I had enjoyed the freshness of the open air, the warmth of the sun, the calmness of the sea and the beauty of childhood. After vacationing with Kyra I feel as if I am born all over again. Now, I feel different as a person. Two big things, I have learnt are…
1. Never let the child in you grow up!
2. Live it up with nature; it brings out the beauty in you!
You know why I am writing to you this letter? Because Mr. Glory Forever (Sun), you have always been a friend but I never liked that you tanned me. Today, with Lakme Sun Expert, I can happily hug you and play along. And somehow, I feel that Kyra is like your daughter, Sunshine in my life! Thank you so much Mr. Sunny for illuminating my life!
With Love,
Vichita

Saturday, March 03, 2012

A feeling: Warmth of the bed

             Not only in the chilly winters, the season of warmity lasts throughout the 365 days, under the deep furs and quills in peace and solace with the thin sheet locking them.
           
       The Day...It all begins with early morning school but...it's not over
                         Then follows shorter tuition hours,
                         The have to-do daily chores, its too late
                         Then the moonlight enters the windows
                         The bulb- like mind realises its time to do some homework
                         H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...
                         Then head raise up, its ten with sympathy says the clockwork...too fast

But then the day ends and I lay on the bed and there is a satisfaction that warms my heart...Well the day has ended and now it is giving me the gift of all the hardships...as I lay on the bed...solitude and completeness.

'Life isn't a bed of roses...but life does have the warmth of the bed...it's on you to work hardly so that you can enjoy that space...Sleep- its ending is a beginning...to new, bright, sunny prospects.'
                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                              It's worth it,
                                                                                                          Visheshika Baheti