Ms. Typewriter

When someone very close to your heart leaves this world forever, they just don't leave but take a part of you with them. Nothing remains the same after that. Every morning hits differently. Every festival begins with mourning. Every happiness seems incomplete. Every nook and corner of the house reminds about them. Sometimes you feel like shutting everything up and disappearing to a place where you couldn't be found. You want to shut all those memories which messes up your life. You know that they will never return back but still your heart yearns for their presence. You still think of all those ifs and buts which could keep them in your life.  Life becomes worse if the person who left was the one on whom you depended the most. Your happiness was connected to them. You found comfort in them in your sadness. In each step of your life that person was there to hold you and support you. You feel like suddenly someone has snatched the shade. The reality of life slaps you ...

Every child is being named beautifully by their parents. As for me,I was named by my mother. When I got my senses I didn't like my name much. I always used to ask my mother why did she give me such a not so good sounding name! And she used to say, 'I like that name and there will be a day when you will like your name too!  Then in school and college my best friend trimmed my name from Rishana to Rishu. It sounded terrible to me! But she didn't back off. Well then, I had no other way to accept that name!  I used to always dream about how would my name sound like from my life partner. It sounded beautiful when he called me by my name for the first time. But it was short lived. As years passed on, my name faded away. I became someone's daughter. I was called by someone's wife. I was addressed as someone's mother. I was never called by my name. My mother was right, I had started liking my name at this point in my life. I wanted someone to call me by my n...

Today, 8th of March is marked as international woman's day. Like every other day this day too passes away. Some celebrate and some don't. Everyday is a woman's day for a woman. She doesn't rest. She works tirelessly without any payment. She isn't even appreciated for what she does. Her work is always looked down. If she is a home maker she is considered as useless and if she is a working woman she is considered as proud.  Whatever a woman does she is always judged.  What makes me sad is it's always a woman who destroys another woman. We don't support each other be it in any field. We may have passed through that phase but still we judge. I don't know why it happens. A woman knows about how difficult carrying a child is yet she judges other woman and  make their life difficult. A mother knows the struggle to raise a child yet she comments about our child's appearance and judge another mother. A mother in law knows how difficult it is for h...

Every time when I saw his face and smile, I didn't even imagine that there would come a day when he would leave me and go. For me it was something which I considered as unbearable and unfathomable. Maybe because I was never ready to accept the reality. That reality which scattered and shattered my life. We think we have so many tomorrow's coming our way, but the real thing is our present is a big question mark.  We may have so many unsaid words to say. We may have so many dreams to live. We may have so many relations to cherish. We may have so many regrets to live with. We may have so many many things to do. But we don't have the so called tomorrow which we keep waiting for! They say," He left and one day we all too will live this world." They are completely right in some sense.   But, how do I accept that he is gone?  How do I accept that he couldn't fulfill his promise of coming back? How do I accept that I would never be able to live under his s...

The day came to an end and my work too! The set of this day's responsibility ended with worry of next day's work. Every night when I lay down I wonder how much I have changed in these three years. There were days when I enjoyed doing everything but now everything feels like a burden. The relationship which was everything for me is now just a name sake ship which keeps sailing without any destination. Sometimes I laugh at myself for being so stupid and naive. I thought , if you give love you'll receive love.  If you give respect ,you'll recieve respect. If you do good, you'll be treated good. But none of these is true. You will always be taken for granted. In fact no one wants to even acknowledge that you are a human being too who not only needs food, water and shelter but also love , respect and care. Why didn't I live for myself? I always keep thinking about it. Maybe because I was so busy finding my happiness in others who never deserved my love. I...

Stuthi was mesmerized to see the black bag which was displayed outside that store. She couldn't take her eyes off. She could sense the material and comfort of the bag without even touching it. "Appa, look at that, how beautiful it is." Stuti told her father pointing towards the bag. "Hmm, it is indeed beautiful.But we cannot buy it as it is out off our budget." Her father said adjusting his spectacles. "Why do you need a bag now? Buy it after you get married." Her mother said sternly. Stuthi kept quiet and started leaving from there but not before glancing at the bag for one last time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuthi was roaming around the mall with her husband.  "Look at that bag." Stuthi pointed towards the glass window of the shop where a beautiful black bag was displayed. "Hmm, it is beautiful." Said her husband. "Shall we buy it?" Stuthi asked him. "Why d...

I am literally amazed at how fast this year passed. I am like it was just yesterday a new year came and tomorrow we are at the end of the year. This year was indeed special for me not because it gave me many things but because it gave me few things with great lessons. At the beginning of this year I lost hope. I felt like this was the end of my life. I couldn't see any happiness or joy coming from any side. All I could see was darkness , emptiness and loneliness. But I didn't give up. I don't know what and how but I kept fighting. I kept fighting for what was right even when no one supported me. I kept fighting for my self respect. I kept fighting for my children. I know this fight will take a lot of time to win. And frankly saying I don't even care about winning anymore. All that matters to me is my mental health which is becoming stable after lot of struggle. I would often feel like I am inside a deep ocean. There is darkness everywhere. I am scared of swi...