Mayarathika

I sat there watching The whole act unfold I couldn't stop staring At all the words untold  There sat a woman looking At another young and tiny lady With motherliness overflowing An her love flowing steady That care in her eye  Unrivaled in this whole earth The sorrow in her sigh Unmatched in any other birth She looks longingly in That innocent gaze Wanting only to win  That beautiful blooming haze Now I look again Into the gentle tugging fight The knowledge that I was about to gain Was a heart wrenching sight That woman wanting with all her heart Was a baby girl like the one She was looking from the start Knowing she would have none!!!

A big family etched in my heart An Angel and a Father, Just for a beautiful start And smiling, teasing brothers To the outward eye and mouth Even to the life that birthed me It was a group of north ans south Not something I might stick to see But Destiny had a different say Frolic and tears, hits and hugs The twenty one and one day Pulls a string, my heart tugs I maybe just one sister with them But the love covered it all The unruly cloth with care hem I am proud to stand by them, tall...

To the festival of lights.... To light up our lives.... To bring peace to all....... To make us work in harmony.... To watch out for our dear ones.... To shine brightly with hope.... To forget all differences and enjoy... To keep up the tradition... To be a leader, a motivator... To a time for our families..... The family called my family, my country and my world..... This is what makes this beautiful and radiant festival..... Have a happy, wonderful, memorable and safe Deepavali!

Holidays, festivals, fun and frolic. All these come together for a child twice, thrice a year and where is a better place to celebrate it other than 'ajja mane' or 'grandfather's home'? As it would be a ritual of relaxing for all parents and a time of excitement for all grandparents, every holiday was a dream welcome gift to a child. Yes, I too was no exception to this. Till date, no place on this planet attracts me like my cozy ajja mane. When the school bell sounded the end of classes, I used to rush back home and try help my mother give finishing touches to packing. then taking our tickets, going to the railway station was definitely fun. Hopping on the train, we geared up for a tedious yet enjoyable 18 hours on the one and only Indian Railways. Excitement always rose as we neared our destination and I was always sure that my ajja will be there waiting to pick me up from the station, no matter sun or rain. What more could be exciting for a child? It was aj