dead dream..

dreams
die silently in the dark nights
like their silent birth in hopeful sunny afternoons


there is no funeral
no prayers
no weeping
no rememberance

no thing

just a lingering pain in the chest walls
and a choking sadness in the throat
the nostalgia
of their youth

the failure of systems is gradual
fighting the externals
clinging to hope
with no life-support
gradually
they decay
tired and dead
they rest in their own shells

there is no post mortem report
which can conclude
the cause of their death

her first friend!!!!!!!!

my little one has made a friend.. and she loves her so much that as of now her life revolves around Annanya... :)

this is the first time, in the complete journey of motherhood, that i have learned how important is your baby's happiness to you :) so much so that you do things you have never done in life!!

i went ahead and invited Annanya home .. treated her with pop-corn, barbecue chicken and a fairy-tale movie!! i also did a little photo-shoot with both of them .. next step will be to get it framed and display it in my baby's room - i know it will make her happy ...

i have been blessed with friends.. and i know how important they are in our lives.. i am glad my baby has embarked on the same journey :) i am soooooooooooo happy for her!!

strokes....

You cannot please everyone....

This post is dedicated to a friend of mine.. A girl needs 2 talk :)...  here it is for you little one :)....


One day a man was going to market with his son and his ass. they met a couple on the way.

"Why walk when you have an ass to ride?" called out the husband, "seat the boy on the ass."
"I would like that," said the boy, "help me up father."
And the father did that willingly.
Soon they met another couple. "How shameful of you!" cried the woman, "let your father ride, won't he be tired?"
So, the boy got down and the father rode the ass. Again they marched on.
"poor boy", said the next person they met, "why should the lazy father ride while his son is walking?"
So, the boy got onto the ass too. As they went on, they met some travellers.
"How cruel of them!" They are up to kill the poor ass." cried one of the travellers.
Hearing this, the father and the son got down. Now they decided to carry the ass on their shoulders. As they did so, the travellers broke into laughter.
The laughter frightened the ass. It broke free and galloped away.

MORAL: You can not please everyone