I thought of her yesterday
When I was giving my girl a bath
I thought, she would have done it for her daughter too
And I felt a little sad.
I thought of her late at night
When I was reading a message from a friend
I thought, she would have giggled at the words
And I felt a little sad.
I didn't think of her this morning
As I was aimlessly surfing through various social media platforms
I didn't think stumbling on her name
Static and cold would cause so much hurt,
Beyond sadness, beyond pain.
I look at a stone and I think of you
I hear a song and I can hear you humming along
I eat a spoonful and I imagine you dipping into my plate
I see a puppy and I know how you would melt
I feel the rain and I see you dancing in it
I sigh at the mountain and I feel your awe
Sometimes I forget
You are just a memory
But then again
Memories are a fine thing
Because you are in them
Whole, beautiful and alive
And most importantly,
The vagaries of the heart
Is never clearer
Than when you sit and stew
And brood and vent
For hours and days and months
But forgive and forget
And dive right back in the deep end
Because the phone rang.
You must be a remarkable person to know what the other person is thinking, what the other person is, by simply looking at them.
You must either be a great psychic to possess such detailed insight into a stranger's character or a seer who has read it all from the stranger's eyes.
You must be beyond brilliant to know what a person will do in a certain situation even when the person in question is still struggling with a decision.
You must be God.
You must indeed be.
God of Assumption, Presumption and Jumping to Conclusions.
If all you want to do
is to crib and moan
about a country
and its people
while not moving a finger
to do anything about
the sorry mess
I guess it would be wonderful
if you got your sorry ass
out of the said country
There are these tiny birds that fly around busily
where I live. They are really small, the size of my thumb with a beak that
looks super sharp. These little birds come in several gorgeous colours; emerald
green, bright blue, glossy black and a few shades in between. I don’t know what
they are officially called, in my head they are the jewel birds. I love
watching them as they furiously go about collecting food, looking for bits of
string or such to build their nest. They go about their business separately,
but occasionally get together and chatter awhile before getting back to work.
In the evening, they all get back home to a common tree. Chaos ensues before
These birds remind me of women, not because they are
all female, but because of how different each of them looks and yet, like us,
they share something deeper, something so unique. As women, our strength, our
fear, our love, our angst are all woven together to make such a remarkable entity.
It was then that a thought occurred, if the women got
together, stuck together and stopped being each other’s worst nightmare, who
would dare to stand up and do them harm? Who would dare speak against a woman
when her fellow females stood rock solid by her?
I would go to war with the women I call my friends by
my side. They are my pillars; they are women who have immense inner strength
and a beauty of being. They are rough and soft and sweet and sour and catty and
humorous and frivolous and deep… they are a glorious multifaceted lot who can
make and break the very fabric of this society.
This women’s day, could we all hold up our hands and
say we would stand by each other, through thick and thin, better or worse?
Could we respect the amazing spirit each one of us has been bestowed with and
give a friendly boost to others whose light is flickering? Could we be like
those little birds, each individual jewels, who together, are a minefield of
beauty and joy?
Let us choose freedom over the petty and stand by each
other, for together, we are a truly formidable bunch.