Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
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Monday, 22 May 2017

An evening with the tolerant by Shristi Nangalia

17:00
“Maa, do you see the big jumping horse?” she almost plunged from her seat pointed out to the airplane window.
“Jumping horse? Where, Tiya?” the lady sitting on the aisle seat asked.
“There.... in the clouds, maa!” she was still pointing and looking incessantly at the clouds outside.
“Oh, yes. Now I see it.” Her mother confirmed and her shocked face went smiling.
I was on the window seat and she was sitting between me and her mother. I had been noticing her since the time we boarded the airplane. The adult looking fair girl, named Tiya (which I overheard), had a slightly twisted knee and behaviour of a 12 year old. Autism, a disorder widely found but improperly judged, had her. She was initially whispering to her mother while we got on the plane but later got very excited looking at the shining white clouds passing by. Her consciousness was fixed on the window and the views outside.
“Hi, do you want to exchange seats with me?” I asked with a smile.
Her almost-smiling face turned to a wide-eyed shock as she saw me looking at her. She turned away immediately, moving her eyes from one thing to the other timidly.
Her mother noticed and smiled at me.
“She is not used to talking to strangers, I am sorry." the lady said in the politest of manner. That is when I noticed that Tiya was holding her mother’s hand tightly throughout.
“Oh! No problem, aunty. You can ask her... if she wishes to sit by the window.” I said.
 They exchanged a few more whispers. I looked outside and around, trying to act natural. But just then, a sharp unexpected scream startled me.
“AAAAAA....." "Hahahaaha.” “Hehehheh..."AAEE...”
Two kids in the preceding row were playing a strange game where they punched each other one after another.  
“Stop it, you two!” their mother, sitting adjacent to them, shouted out loud. With no positive response, she turned back to the movie she was watching... plugging her earphones.
They did not stop. For which I had to put on in my earphones too and play some nice songs on my new phone. I checked on Tiya; she looked disturbed. She had her shaking hands covering the ears and an agitated facial expression. Her mother was comforting her without saying a word. She calmed a little after a while... That is the magic of mothers, I suppose.  
I had a Disney animated movie on my phone memory; which I played to pass the time. After a little while, I felt Tiya’s head coming closer to mine. I tried to look at her from the side of my eyes. She had her eyes stuck on my phone, probably curious about the animated movie which I was playing. I tilted the screen a little so that she could see clearly. This time she smiled back at me.
Soon afterwards, we started talking. I asked her simple random things and she replied to each of it with a smile. She even let me see her drawing copy in which she scribbled words, animals and stick human figures. She was no longer holding her mother’s hand.
I could see Tiya's mother gently looking at her daughter with love, on whatever she did or said. Tiya got scared when the airplane experienced slight turbulence and when the naughty kids shouted and kicked the seats repeatedly. But there was no disrespect or anger of any sort; not on Tiya or on her mother. I guess, her mother chose to be calm and subtle at every time... so that she could teach her daughter to be the same.
Being a sober mother, having Tiya, nourishing and cherishing her....all this and she was smiling. This made me question the unimportant things that I complain about every now and then.
That day, I did not expect I would sonder and understand the real meaning of it. I did not expect Tiya and a parent to Tiya, could teach me lessons for life. I learned to stay, and to stay kind. It became clear to me that is not about the heights that I would reach during my existence, but it is about the little milestones that I create for myself on the ground.
Sometimes, people whom we think need assistance, assist us in making our lives better by enlivening the little lamps of goodness inside. I thought it was Tiya’s curiosity that bought her to me, but in actuality, it was her generosity.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

The Superficial Deity by Shristi Nangalia

17:00
She woke up two hours early that day
to take a bath even before it was dawn,
The poor woman was worried for her daughter
but leaving her at home, crying, she was gone.

To mend the grief, she was all set
but, ‘that time of the month’ delayed her ploy.
Since, she was to tour the holy house,
had to returned ablaze, wishing she was boy.

The holy house was far away from her place.
Yet, she had an unwavering trust,
on the spirit who had the power that week
to fulfill all her wishes, to kill all her disgust.

Three days later, she was then eligible,
to visit the deity, and take her favours.
For which she took with her- rupee notes,
all that she collected over the years.

She waited in line for her turn,
Got kicked, and touched, and cursed on the way.
But, it was heavenly when she finally got a glimpse
of the divinity which sat there in brown clay.

She was not even finished reciting the hymn
when the rupee notes were snatched from her
she was then quickly pushed aside, and outside
and joining hands, she came back home in ardour.

Her daughter’s condition was worsening with time,
but she choose to wait like any other true follower.
By the time she almost lost her hope,
Her rupee notes had made its way into the minister’s quarter.

With no option left, she took the little one
to the family that she had, long before, made her foe.
The aunt who was a local nurse took charge
And fixed her daughter, not saying a ‘no’.

That day, the poor woman learnt a few lessons
of whom to trust and whom to ask,
of who is the giver and who is the taker
and of who to believe and who to unmask. 

संसर्ग | Sansarg

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