Lines of Fate...

JAHNABI GOGOI

Board exams were knocking at the door. Pre-boards' scores weren't good enough.Paroma's parents were concerned about her.Everyone around the Bakshi famil were trying to talking some sense into her. Some tried to reason out why she wouldn't or couldn't score well and some tried to motivate her that even if she starts studying now  she would make it. Such episode of wisdom did push her to sit on the table but not for long . She was trying so hard but she lacked motivation .So, many more events like these led to this particular one.

Paroma's mom was so stressed,she couldn't even sleep properly .After consulting many of her friends and relatives ,Kaveri, her distant cousin came to her rescue. She suggested Paroma's mom to meet her family palmist.Then in no time , appointments were booked and they were good to go.Being concerned  does cost your sanity sometimes.

He, Kaveri Masi's family palmist ,was an old man in his late 70s,he wore a white kurta and pyjama.He gestured them to join him on the floor while he sat cross legged reading some worn out books on palmistry.With fore-head neat decorated with lines of ash and vermillion , he looked good for his age.When they settled down he held Paroma's hands into his.Paroma was scared to hurt those cold feeble wrinkled hands.While she sat there she experienced an awkward calmness in the environment.She started observing the things and people around her.

Paroma could bear sitting in this posture for hours for her family but what she couldn't bear was the hollow look of her parents.She was sad about what things had turned into,how her parents were begging for her good future.What she saw in their eyes wasn't love for her but the fear for her future.She was determined to change.

While she was done with her observations ,the old man slowly muttered his first few words during their hour long stay,"Her planets aren't working in her favour , there would be some problem!"

His verdict didn't bother her any way .She got the closure she wanted. She was tired hearing all those scrutinizing comments on her failures .She would take it no more.

After they reached home, she sat on her table and rest is history.

My First Unquenched Love...

Bithopi Gogoi | P.C. Anannya Gogoi

The silence still pokes me with thoughts of you.The distance is enough for me to miss you.The ignorance still urges me to love you.Our last eye-contact , the last talk , the last joke blossoms fresh in the pages of my diary.

Whenever I peep into my past, it leaves me mystified.My tears are intertwined with seeds of love and bitterness . With blows that life bestowed on me only to realize  that I had only me at my expense.

The turbulence created of loving someone sincerely have infused me with a deeper understanding - how to perceive the atoms of this endless matter.

For my vulnerable heart, it was the first time.Love had turned me religious then , I remember now how I used to make deals with God praying for his happiness.But amidst all these , I felt a void . I knew somehow that my hankering every moment for acceptance would remain unanswered  . And it turned out as I had thought.

I hoped that it was not true but reality was different. My hopes and aspirations didn't change it a bit .

Hence, I knew I couldn't be waiting like Ratan of Rabindranath Tagore's 'The Postmaster' frame ,who waits for her Dada to take her along with him with false hopes.

The feelings that were to the brim and corked long ago have now been spilling all over and causing mess.Only leaving me to realize there was no Us in between Us , there was only me.  

My principles summon me to ignore you but that doesn't stop me to love you.The realization of my inner self that how can I love  someone so deeply,how can I be true to someone in spite of the fact that the underlying truth between us was so heart wrenching for me,how can I still invite the  painful arrows to strike me with  gleaming smile .

Thanks for making me aware of the fact that I am excellent in the art of LOVING.Once cocooned ignorant  love of mine got  a chance to blossom in the spring at it's best in spite of the blunders made by our weather.