A Callow Mother..

A child gives birth to a mother 

And a mother was born 

She was amateur and callow 

Her life seemed a bit hollow

Vulnerable to the dreaded postpartum 

Luck turned her into a spartan 

Fear of being clumsy and confused 

She perpetually felt abused

She didn’t know what to do 

With this bundle she just delivered

Who seems so selfish crying and howling 

Even as she quietly quivered 

Found no love for this being and no bond

She only waited  for a magic wand 

So she took each day as it came

Alone battling this game

And with no help around 

Dopamine was nowhere to be found 

Days turned into weeks 

And weeks into months

She hit a all time low

But had no time to slow

It dawned on her , one fine day

Its not easy being a mom

Dripping and smelling of lactose

And no time to comb

She walked around like a milking cow

In her XXL maternity gown

Then a transformation came slowly 

When postpartum said goodbye

She learnt to make time for herself

Made herself some pie

She got better as the days passed 

By stealing time in between

To make herself a cup of Chai

I Hope that’s not called mean

Learning new things each day

She was now on her own

This bundle became her prized possession 

Oh this soul she had known 

 His angelic smile, his babbling and his cheer

Melted her like a candle  

She was now on top gear 

A day came when she patiently watched him in sleep

The bond grew deeper and stronger 

But why did she weep ?

Guess her feelings were now truly deep

A mother was born with feelings so pure 

Now she is not just a mother

But a nurturer to cure

She longed to hold him and cuddle 

As he learnt new things each day

Adding feathers to his cap

He will be a big boy one day!

Now she is a pro and an experienced mom

Before she knew it, the second one came along

She’s truly out numbered 

As now they are three! !

Not a moment for her

Will she Ever be free?!?

Her eldest being a quadragenarian 

This one’s a tough nut 

But he loves her deeply

There are no ifs and buts

Three men in her life now

Keeping her on her toes

Can’t imagine her life without them 

Like a Phoenix , she rose !

I have to leave this unfinished here ..

And come back some other day

To tell you more stories

Of her nights and her days…! 

Preeti Manaktala

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Some dreams are vivid, takes me somewhere I don’t know. But, I know this place. Have I seen it before? Some faces some places look familiar to me..some dreams bring back a memory and some go poof ..never to be seen. Some dreams are like fireflies they look alluring for sometime and disappear into vastness. Sometimes you want them to reoccur so you good fix the broken puzzles and draw some meaning out of them.

I have vivid memories of my childhood and school. Some are close to my heart and some still aches my soul. Sometimes the breeze brings with it a vivid fragrance that I know. I seem to be pulled towards it and it brings with it memories of a person I had known.

“A strong emotion, especially if experienced for the first time, leaves a vivid memory of the scene where it occurred”  Algernon Blackwood

I tasted some garden cress seeds a couple of years back and when I chewed on it , I experienced the flavour of something that I had tasted a long long time back. Was it the flavour of a leave that I chewed on as I played Kho Kho with my friends, or was it the taste of a blade of grass that I chewed on as I lay down in the park with my friends.. I haven’t been able to trace the taste of this seed or found the memory that still holds in me. The taste is vivid and it transports me to another place in time .. and so I often like to visit this taste at times…

“Live in moments that consume your heart and mind, but be distracted by the music from the leaves, birds, wind, rain, sun and people”
― Val Uchendu

“The days of the monsoon and the dark clouded sky, brings back vivid memories of my school days I wish I could buy.”

One rainy morning it got dark due to the overcast sky . We were in our classes and it was getting pitch dark. The teacher switched on the lights in the class and I saw the classroom in a new light today. The whole class looked so wonderful and different that day. But I could never focus on studying that day. What took my attention was the cool breeze and smell of the earth. The dewy petrichor pulled me and all I wanted to do was to look at the swaying Eucalyptus trees outside my class window, the wet road the grey skies and the thunder. And on a rainy day like this when my kids are off to school and I sip my cup of tea looking out to the grey pouring sky, I wonder if they feel the day as I did .. Oh ! such vivid memories …they always fills me up with cheer ..I hope my children also make some vivid memories as they grow..