Life teaches you something everyday!!

“If you are making mistakes, that means you are working.”

Yesterday at work, this thought random erupted in my volcanic brain, while I was working on something new, and I was totally frustrated with my repetitive mistakes. But being a positive brain, even the most searing lava came so chilled out with an awesome thought. Well, yesterday I made mistakes but today I love them and thank them for giving me an opportunity to learn and; last but not the least gifting me this amazing thought.

Couldn’t resist sharing it with you all. 😝 And that’s me at work yesterday..☺️😆

I hope someday it ends!!

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I hope someday it ends

The horror, the barbarity,

The wounds are so intense

Left by the unceasing imparity

Long lasting since ages

Shamelessly on all ages

No guilt can be felt

No remorse ever seen

Why does your heart not melt?

Being a human being!!

I hope someday you feel

The pain of my mournful howl

When you ruthlessly peel

Every ounce of life from my soul

I resurrect and still live

As that’s in my invincible nature

To remain strong and thrive

Even with the soul totally fractured

To come out of the dungeon

Where you left me to rot

Where a dagger was plunged in

Every day, every time I thought

And yet I survived

From death I revived

In a hope every time

That someday this crime

Will be buried deep

Under your humanity

When you will no more keep

This tough act of brutality

It doesn’t make you more of a man

So as you think today

Instead you kill that man

That very instant, sadly I say!

I hope someday you understand

That equal we were

And equal we stand!!

-Anushree Dutta

Madhubani Paintings #1

Hello to everyone. Here I am sharing some of my old Madhubani paintings. Madhubani Painting or Mithila Painting is an Indian folkart.

The picture below is of Shakti, or MaaDurga, a Hindu goddess of power. As Madhubani Painting is known for its intricacy, and fine lines to create a shaded effect, I use it in my work to maintain the authenticity.

This painting below is Ardhanarishvara, which is depicted as half male and half female. To be precise, it is a composite androgynous of Hindu Lord Shiva and his wife Parvati.

Secret Love#Chapter 3

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Monica woke up exactly 2 minutes before the scheduled time for the alarm. And to her surprise, this happened every morning. How her sleep was synchronised with the alarm for the next morning. She felt lazy for a while, and stared at the darkness of the room, which was infiltrated by a thin white morning light. That made her realise that it was time to leave the bed, and get into action.

She was almost back to her normal self from yesterday’s eventful day. Her sleep definitely helped her overcome the tremor that Max had caused by coming back in her life. She knew it very well, it wasn’t easy to let go. But she had made up her mind to be firm and unyielding, and to not let her thoughts sway in the direction that was owned and ruled by Max. As she turned with affirmation, she noticed her tired husband stepping out of the study. It seemed he didn’t sleep last night.

“Were you working the whole night”, she asked Robert.

“Yeah, I had few things to wind up”, Robert answered promptly. “I am taking the day off, and we could go out together”, he added.

A wife in this case would be normally delighted, but Monica could sense suspicion. Robert would never take a day off, even though he hadn’t slept since a week. Apart from being a great father and an amazing partner, he was a workaholic. She knew it very well.

“What’s wrong?” Monica enquired in surprise.

Robert tried to answer casually, “Just like that. Can’t I spend some quality time with my beautiful wife?” He tried to appease Monica’s eagerness and on the other hand tried to sound normal. But inside, he knew how disoriented he was. Not even a single second went by, where he had not thought about Max last night. He didn’t know how bad it was going to be, but it was back again. So, he needed sometime with Monica, to see her and observe her, before he called the psychiatrist. Well till then, he had to behave relaxed, as if nothing had changed. And this was going to be a challenge, as inside his heart ached and his eyes longed to shed the pain, which was not permissible.

Robert suggested to drop Neel to the kindergarten, and asked Monica to be ready by then. “Let’s begin our day with breakfast at your favourite baker”, he exclaimed with feigned joy. He left with a heavy heart, and drove his son Neel to the kindergarten, who was too excited, as his dad was dropping him to kindergarten unlike every day. Neel kept talking the whole way, and Robert managed to smile and mutter “hmm”, while his mind was completely lost in the thoughts of the upcoming days. The only thing he could think of was calling Monica’s sister Julia.

That gave him the strength, and he made the call immediately. The tears rolled down his cheeks, as Julia picked up the call. He uttered, “Max is back in our lives. I thought it all ended last time, but he is back.”

On the other hand Julia was paralyzed, as she heard that name. She gathered herself and her strength as well, and said, “You don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I will be there by evening, and we will figure this out together”.

He right away said, “No! Just let it be. Let it all appear normal. Your sudden arrival will make it worse, just like the last time. I saw the doubt in Monica’s eyes, when I took the day off. I will stay with her the whole day, and keep filling you in.”

“Okay”, said Julia realising that Robert was right.

“Well, now I need to rush back home. She is waiting for me. Will talk to you later.” Said Robert and hung up. This small talk had given him immense strength to fight with the current situation. He drove back home thinking about that dreadful incident that took away his best friend, Max forever from their lives.

Anushree Dutta

 

To read the other two chapters, click the links below;

Secret Love, Chapter#1

Secret Love#Chapter 2