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He could sense the feeling of being hers

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He smiled all along as they spoke

he blushed whenever she kissed him

their affection was visible

the way she held his hands while talking

giggling her way through the pathways

she was inclined to him always

he could feel the love she had in her eyes

the way she moved around him like a satellite

moving around like the attracting poles of magnets

being around with him made her happier

he knew she was the one born for him

he looked at her with as much admiration and love

as if god had created a unique piece just for him

he played with her long hair

he loved to cuddle her all the time

he wanted to be with her in her arms every second of his life

going away was the painful part for him

the whole day at work

he never missed a chance to listen to her voice

he knew the eagerness with which she waited for him to call

her voice was a melody for him, which he could listen evermore

she waited for him to be home

he knew she would wait even if he tells her not to

as she knows how much happier he would be to see her waiting

love was undefined in terms of their affection

he could never see her in sorrow

she held him closely as he comes home

the words ” I love you” uttered as many times

just doubled the count of their fondness.

The first imprint of motherhood

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Her heart was beating uncontrollably. The thoughts made her smile.

She was incredibly excited and overwhelmed.

Her body was shivering, with the uncontrollable energy, she had exerted for the journey.

She was pale and blood was oozing out of her.

Some invisible hands were helping her stop bleeding and cleaning up.

She was totally absorbed in the excitement, her eyes searching for someone.

someone she was truly waiting for.

Someone who has transformed her in a second

Even if she was tired, uncontrollably happy that her body could not handle the happiness, her eyes waited

she was feeling cold, she wanted the warmth..held herself up on that not so comfy surface, eyes searching, she could hear a small tiny voice, but could not see what it looked like.

The seconds were killing her, all she wanted was a glimpse

Finally, her smiled before even her lips could put it up

And she was gifted at the very moment when they lay her baby girl in her arms all wrapped and cozy with her cute little face and incredibly small hands out of the wrap.

she was overjoyed, happier than ever, luckier than ever and wealthier too.

She kissed her lil one, fed her the first bite of welcome drink from her very own breasts feeling the powerfulness and the worthiness of being a mom and giving a new life.

The first touch of her angel on her bare chest with those tiny hands were giving her goosebumbs.

The joy was unexplainable, all she wanted was to cuddle with her angel, and never be out of her sight.

All her pain, discomfort, shy everything just vanished into thin air.

The smiling face of her angel and the feel of her lips on her while sucking the milk remained in her heart forever and ever.

Leaving her first stepping stone in motherhood, an imprint forever.

Fiddling with her dreams

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She decided to remain silent, quite impossible for her, though.

She felt like the moment she seems to decided silence, there was a battle going on in her mind, trying to convince that silence was never an answer. At times the words need to be out and left to be heard by others, else the conflicting words in the heart will remain there in total chaos. Silence kills her thoughts which are the catalysts of her emotions. The thought makes what she is now – convinced, confirmed and dedicated.

She silenced her decisions once she was determined to achieve.

She silenced her dreams, as it cannot be achieved.

She silenced her heart, as it was broken many times.

She silenced her feet, responsibilities, not to disturb other’s sleep.
She silenced herself to avoid being self-pitied.

At times the silence killed her soul, she was never what she wanted to be.

Overshadowed by the decisions of, fiddling in responsibilities, flying like new born bird who is trying to reach a branch while its initial flight.

Scared, lost, confused and hurt.

Yet she found the freedom of speech, a way to propagate her thoughts to reach the thousands who felt like her. Even though her lips never spoke, her voice was never head, her fingers moved and her words flew out into the blank pages.

She found the way to say and not to say. She was never silenced in her thoughts. Her thoughts were free and all she did was enjoyed the new found freedom of expression. To express or not to express was a choice, and to read and not to be read was another choice which she fought on her own.

A magical voice

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At a distance, she could hear a breathtaking voice, a song which was so intense and pulling her to the voice.She stood there and kept her eyes shut, ears closed with her little finger immersed into it.

But the voice was so powerful, that her heart could hear it, even with her ears shut. There was a magical pull, a gravitational force that was making her feet turn its way to the direction of the voice.The song was her favorite and resisting it was the most difficult thing for her.

The pull was tough for her to fight with. She took courage and walked out as long as she can away from the voice. The more she walked further, the more difficult it became for her. She felt the voice was shadowing her thoughts, encompassing her in a magical layer and she was lost. The thoughts and the voice were battling in her head, but finally, the voice won.

She stopped and turned her footsteps to the direction of the voice. Now the pull was not resistible, she ran all the way she walked, with all the energy. Cold winds did not stop her, the trees could not block her ways, and she was running in the speed close to the wind. She felt as if the wind was carrying her to voice.

As she was getting closer, the intensity and the depth of the voice was becoming powerful and attractive. The gravity was at its best and she surrendered to the voice.

As she approached the place, it was perfect. The place was drenched in the most amazing nature.The grass was wet and she could feel the twinkle of the dew drops on it. The cold air was bringing the sound to her ears, it was soothing and refreshing. She felt her nerves were fluttering and all she wanted was to feel the voice.

And in the end of the grass there he was standing waiting for her.She ran to him and the moment she hugged him, instead of a smile, there were tears in her eyes. She didn’t know why it was, but he knew. They hugged and stood there for a while immersing themselves in the love of their souls and the nature showering the blessings on them.

 

I need my mom-always and forever

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Yes , am proud to say that am a mommy’s girl. It doesn’t mean that I never fight with her, but I love her the most in my whole world. She is my role model, she is my guide, mentor, teacher, a mother and what not .

Though I am running my family in a different world ,which is almost my nest, but my home and my mom is the world’s safest place for me. My days start with the messages from her, gone are the days when I used to be called up to wake up by my mom. I used to remember those days quite well enough, my school and college days when she was my alarm. Now am the alarm- a mom in the making.

I can never be like her, though I adore her so much. I wish I could be at least a little perfect like her. Even though I pose a stronger side of me to everyone , at times when am alone and feeling pain- I miss her the most.

A mom can never be replaced – the minute I call her, even miles apart, her words are comforting . Even though far away, her voice is like a soft touch on my soul, making me relax- whispering in my ears – relax dear the world is not running away- be calm.

She is the motivational factor who lets me do and conquer things which I never dreamt of ever in my life. She is like my heaven to me, where I can relax and enjoy being a child again. Everything good or bad- I want to share it with her first. There is more fun in being with her- I love the long walk to temples gossiping about everything and anything in the whole world.

Her talks make me calm and pleasant-else am too irritating usually. 🙂

I wonder what would I do- if she is not taking care of me and my family. The pillar of my home and an engineer to my home. I admit I cry at times when I miss her a lot and fuss over the phone when I am not able to reach her. Thanks to technology at least being far away- am able to hear her voice and even see her.

I wish I could be a mom like her, I know I don’t have the pinch of patience,creativity or feeling as much as she has. But of course, worth trying .