My new writing home

Friends,

This is just to inform you that my new place is at www.sulekharawat.com

Please do visit me there and share your thoughts.


Have a great day.




Sulekha aka Lucks

My Journal of smiles

My journal of Smiles :) ...Lucks

Friends, this is my treasure chest, where I keep my riches. What are these valued possessions? My smiles!!!

Things and people that make me smile everyday are my most prized gems.

22-11-2011

What made me happy today?

1. I woke up early and went for a morning walk in the fog. Had a wonderful time, winter is here to stay and there's no better time to be out there, than in the early hours of the morning. My Sparky loves going for walks during the winter season.







2. There's a very sweet, old dog, who lives on the ground floor of the building which houses my gym. This one is one moody lady and doesn't accept food from people she is not familiar with. I have been trying to be friends with her for a long time now but she has been resisting my efforts. Today she smiled at me, almost smiled :), wagged her tail and accepted biscuits from me, yay, I am thrilled.

3. I was greeted with a chorus of 'good morning' by a room full of people at the reception, the moment I entered my Gym. This simple gesture made me happy and welcomed. We don't realize it but little things make a big difference to our lives and on some days these tiny gestures brighten our otherwise weary and drab days.

These are a few of the things which made my day...


“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~Robert Brault


What are your lovely moments? Share with me and spread the cheer…




Lucks aka Sulekha

Lovely blog Awards

Gifted by Andy David






Gifted by Roy Durham and Andy David

I was honored with these lovely awards by Roy Durham and Andy David. The lovely blog award can be gifted to 15 people, I am presenting it to 15 very talented and wonderful writers, though I know quite a few :)

1. Corinne Rodrigues https://www.facebook.com/EverydayGyaan

2. Leah Griffith of http://eatingliferaw.blogspot.com/

3. Lady Bella http://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/

4. Susan Deborah of http://meanderingsandreflections.blogspot.com/

5. Linda Lee of http://www.dangerouslinda.com/

6. Andy David http://mypoetcharm.blogspot.com/

7. Roy Durham http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/

8. Debra El-Ramey http://debrasblogpureandsimple.blogspot.com/

7. Rimly Bezbaruah http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/

8. Pandora Poikilos http://www.networkedblogs.com/blog/peace_from_pieces

9. Jim Brandano http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/

10. David Michael Smith http://erinsdomain.blogspot.com/

11. Tameka Mullins http://lyricfire.typepad.com/lyric-fire/

12. Melissa Tandoc http://grazieadio.blogspot.com/

13. Jenni De La Torre http://forjenssake.wordpress.com/

14. Savira YogaSavy http://sparklemezen.wordpress.com/

15. Larry Lewis http://www.healthylifestylesblog.co.uk/


Visit their blogs and enjoy their stories and poems.




Lucks aka Sulekha

Wail from the coffin

Wail from the coffin


Memories fade the edges of pictures imprinted on our minds.
They blur the images and make them fuzzy and smudged,
Unclear, unfocussed, grainy, our thoughts become.
Recalling past events invokes an unidentifiable ache,
where once the heart used to beat.
Recollecting old memories, damages the soul.


A place where once you were happy, no longer exists.
It’s vanished, wiped clean of its existence.
Destroyed and damaged beyond recognition.
There is no turning back, its all gone.
Disappeared, washed away by the tides of,
unfeeling time and deliberate neglect.


All traces of fond times and happy places,
erased from the unsuspecting past.
It was a gradual decomposition, chip by chip,
each monument was broken down, inch by inch,
torturously, crushed slowly, blow by blow.


The degradation was swift but excruciatingly slow.
The slate was wiped clean, of its emotions,
and feelings, stripped of its treasures.
The path to the past’s door was barricaded with,
Padlocks of the present, gates slammed shut,
like the closing of the coffin lid.


Pitch black, suffocating, claustrophobic,
My living space has become.
Gasping for breath, clawing at the velvet-lined lid,
I scream wordlessly, panic sets in.
All I can hear is the sound of my voice,
Shrieking and calling your name.


You walked away after hammering the last nail,
in the coffin, unconcerned of my heart’s decay.
Oblivious to,
my soul’s rotting,
my life seeping out,
of my abandoned and listless body.
My outstretched hand, imploring eyes.
My heartrending wails, my strangled cries.
My unfulfilled desires, my unspoken sighs.
My final words to you,
had you stopped to listen, were,

“Darling, I’ll always love you.”




Lucks aka Sulekha

My journal of Smiles :) ...Lucks

Friends, this is my treasure chest, where I keep my riches. What are these valued possessions? My smiles!!!

Things and people that make me smile everyday are my most prized gems.

13-11-2011

What made me happy today?

1. A photograph of my mother, enjoying her walk with my brother and his family at their place near Porbandar, Gujrat. To see her walking after being so seriously ill, was a great moment. This is the first time, since her illness in April this year, that she has traveled out of Bombay.





2. I visited the Shilpotsav yesterday, and found these pretty orange cups and fell in love with them instantly. Their unique shape intrigued me and I had to get them home.








3. I cracked open these three perfect and whole walnuts successfully, early in the morning and felt so happy to have done it. :)








These are a few of the things which made my day...


“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~Robert Brault


What are your lovely moments? Share with me and spread the cheer…




Lucks aka Sulekha

11-11-11 Lucky Friday Happy Moment

THIS MOMENT - 11.11.11

A Friday ritual, single photo - no words, capturing a moment from the week. A moment which is simple, special or extraordinary, a moment I want to cherish and remember.

Adopted from SouleMama, introduced to me by Corinne of Everyday Gyaan, Drop in there, leave your link and comments too.

If you are inspired, you can also post a picture and leave the link to your 'moment', so that I can visit and comment too.







Friends,

This is my dearest Sparky, she sits next to me when I am writing my articles and keeps me company. She just turned 8 years old on 7th Nov. Most of the ideas for my articles are courtesy Sparky, we brainstorm and come up with the posts :) Thank you Sparky and love you lots.



Lucks aka sulekha

My journal of Smiles :) ...Lucks

My journal of Smiles  …by Lucks


Friends, this is my treasure chest, where I keep my riches. What are these valued possessions? My smiles!!!

Things and people that make me smile everyday are my most prized gems.

Date: 31-10-2011


What made me happy to be alive today?

1. My dear friend and Outlier,Rimly Bezbaruah,had emailed a beautiful comment on my latest article. It read, “Your article made me smile early in the morning.” This sentence made my day. Thank you sweetheart.

2. Another sweet soul, Corinne Rodrigues, tagged me in a touching prayer on YouTube; she sent her blessings for my upcoming biopsy. Her action made me so happy to be alive and in the midst of such caring and dear friends.

3. A lovely old lady complimented me at the grocery store, when I asked the shopkeeper for skimmed milk, this lady said, “Excuse me, you don’t need to lose weight.” Bless her kind heart.


What are your lovely moments? Share with me and spread the cheer…

Have a great day.


“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~Robert Brault



Lucks aka Sulekha

Happy Friday Moment reading list

This Moment
"A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."
“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by theWee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Corinne of Everyday Gyaan, who heard about it from Sarah-Jane. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.







These are some of the books I've enjoyed reading and rereading :)



Sulekha aka Lucks

Fabulous, Friendly, Fantastic, Friday Moment...

A Friday moment, a single photo (or two), no words – capturing the week or day or experiences. A simple or extraordinary moment.

This moment is a ritual found on Life - Inspired by the Wee Man, Adopted from soulemama
which was introduced to me by my fellow bloggers. If you find yourself touched by a moment, and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comment section, so I can visit your “Moment.”





Meeting Corinne and Janaki was a great moment for me and I cherish this moment.







Another beautiful moment was when I met Kriti and Swati :)



Looking forward to meeting with some of the other online writer friends soon.


Sulekha aka Lucks

My Crowning Glory...I Love You

With the launch of the new Dove Nourishing Oil Care Range, Dove and IndiBlogger present the “Love your Hair and it loves you back” blogger contest. Today's busy city life leaves us with very little time to take care of ourselves, especially our hair. What small and special things do you do to your hair to nourish it and make you feel happier and more beautiful?


"Love is a two way street: Love your hair and it loves you back!"

This is my entry for the contest.



My crowning glory…I love you

You have been with me through thick and thin.
Have been my shield, protecting me,
from the harsh realities of life.
You’re the reason, I lift my head high,
and give it a regal toss, to make a point.
You’ve been my priceless ornament.
My agony, my ecstasy, my deep sigh.

You were there, when I saw him for the first time,
You hid my blushes from his adoring eyes.
I had twirled a lock and brushed my lips,
when I had wanted to kiss him instead.

You were the first thing he noticed.
He wanted to run his fingers through you.
When we became better acquainted,
he wanted to bury his face in you.

He loved you as much as I did,
even more so, cause you made me shine,
with beauty and grace,
and he was proud to be seen with me,
and I was thrilled that he was mine.

I am sorry, if I’ve ever hurt you,
with my silly perm and straightenings.
My crazy delusions of being a redhead,
of my numerous bleachings.
I was young and foolish and,
didn’t know any better.

Now I am a wise young lady,
hide my most precious possession.
Protect it from the heat and dust,
by wrapping a scarf around it.
My trusted umbrella is my mobile roof,
above my head, keeping it cool.
Keeping the rain and Sun off it,
I am no longer the reckless, silly fool.

I love you, my crowning glory,
And will never do anything to hurt you.
You are the reason, he is mine
And I am eternally grateful to you.
For my fairy tale, love story.


I will wash and condition you,
Cover you with a soothing mask.
And on days that I am unable to,
do that, I will use the serum instead.


Every night when I comb my hair,
I say a silent prayer for us.
I brush out all the sadness from your life
and you fill my life with happiness.

Our love will stand the test of time,
together, we shall win the race.
You will have your soft silky texture,
and me my sweetheart’s embrace.


Sulekha aka Lucks

My happy Friday Moment

{This Moment} - )14th October 2011
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.





“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Corrine,( Everyday Gyaan), who heard it from Sarah-Jane of Almost there . If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.




Sulekha aka Lucks

Memoirs: Roxy and Emilio....Part three

http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/2011/07/roxy-and-emilio.html

http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/2011/07/emilios-retort.html

Roxy and Emilio....Part three

Roxy and Emilio…..Part Three



Seasons change, like emotions.
old friends move to new places,
physical distance is not an issue.
It’s the distances of the heart,
that causes an ache in the souls.

One fine day, Emilio moved away,
without a woof goodbye.
He just upped and left,
Uncaring of Roxy’s heartbroken sighs.
Roxy waited at the park, every day,
She didn’t lose hope, never thought,
Emilio would just walk away.

Her wait was endless and long,
her soul’s notes were devoid,
of a true love’s song.
She kept a lonely and sad vigil,
Unbelieving that Emilio would,
Ever do her, this wrong.

One day she grew up, dusted her knees,
and stood up tall.
She buried her love for Emilio,
So deep inside her soul,
That even she couldn’t find it ,
If she ever tried.
It was hidden in the farthest corner,
of her heart, in a bleeding black hole.

Gradually, she began to breathe,
without hurting,
she learnt to smile, through her tears.
Sent a silent prayer up in the air,
asked God for forgiveness, for him.

She didn’t hold a grudge,
How could she?
She loved him, didn’t she?
She believed in miracles,
So what if she was suffering now,
the best was yet to be.

Two years later, one evening at the park,
while she was playing with, Trixie and pixie,
Emilio chanced upon her, unexpectedly.
He saw her with the puppies and his heart sank.

He had just come back, weary from his travels,
Had been around the block many times,
and realized Roxy’s true worth.
He had been thinking of proposing,
to her and declaring his love,
Instead he found her with her,
two adorable puppies, oh God!

What a fool, he’d been.
not appreciating Roxy’s unconditional love.
He had himself to blame,
for missing out on this chance.

She had done nothing, but love him,
and he had pushed her away.
Ridiculed her feelings, made fun of her,
Not given her the time of the day.

Now she was lost to him,
He was too late, life had passed him by.
Roxy could have been his, had he been,
Upfront about his feelings,
Had he told her he loved her too,
He was so sad now, he wanted to die.

Suddenly he heard Lassie, calling out,
“ Roxy, thanks for puppysitting my twins,
You are a lifesaver, my friend.”
Emilio couldn’t believe his ears,
He gave a woof of pure, unadulterated joy.

Thank you god, for giving me a second chance,
Roxy is not hitched, she can still be mine,
provided she forgives me,
I have been such a heel.
I promise to love and cherish her,
Please let me know how she feels.

Do I stand even a slim chance?
Have I burned my boats?
Can I be redeemed?
Will I have the last dance?



Sulekha aka Lucks


For all my friends who have missed out on the first two chapters of this torrid love affair, the links are given below:

http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/2011/07/roxy-and-emilio.html


http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/2011/07/emilios-retort.html

Archer woman's Friday Moment

{This Moment} - )7th October 2011
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.


“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
― Henry Miller

This friday I aim to hit the bull's eye. I am aiming to rid my life of all things negative, shooting at the troubles and problems in sight and making my world a happy place to be in.

“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Corrine,( Everyday Gyaan), who heard it from Sarah-Jane of Almost there . If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.






Sulekha aka Lucks

My Friday Moment

{This Moment} - 30 September 2011
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Sarah-Jane, of Almost There. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.





Sulekha aka Lucks

Prompt for a poem by Tameka

The perfume of the moist poetry,
haunts the soft breeze.
The Universe asks the question,
But I laugh and baby girl squirms.

Women blush and think,brother
Sorry Secret decay of ice fever.
Web dance of translucent smoke,
is no more Wet, ok Brilliant too.


Sulekha aka Lucks

Writers or eccentrics?

Writers or eccentrics?

Writers are eccentrics!!! I think this statement is true, call me an eccentric, see if I care. I am not a writer but I put my thoughts out in the open for all to see and react. I am not trying to create a brand here, but am just voicing my thoughts on a very sensitive subject called, ‘Writers.’

Every person is an artist, because all of us are creators. Some creations we can see, like painters make paintings, sculptors make sculptors, landscapers create beautiful gardens and landscapes, potters make pottery. Writers write, homemakers create lovely homes with their caring and nourishing, grounds men create beautiful and well kept grounds, teachers create future citizens, and garbage men create a good and clean environment. Everybody is an artist.

Artists are very possessive about their creations and take umbrage at anyone’s remarks suggesting modifications to their works of art. If you tell a painter that your painting needs a little more light or if a sculptor is told to change the angle of his statues head, a potter is told to make the mug handles broader, they will get mad.

Same is the case with the writer, if you tell her to modify her piece or to tone down her voice in the article she has written, she takes offense, and justifiably so. Only the mother knows how beautiful her baby is and if you tell her that , ‘Even though your child is pretty, if you got her nose redone by a plastic surgeon, she will look more beautiful, the mother might never speak to you again.

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but what is beautiful to one eye might be ugly to the other. The same thing doesn’t appeal to all in the society, if that were the case then we wouldn’t have so many brands of consumer products in the market. We would just have one brand of tea, coffee, toothpaste, cosmetics, clothing line. Why would we have so many different kinds of labels in the market?

We wouldn’t have so many websites, One Dot.com would suffice. Why would we need a Google Plus when Face book was already there? Why would there be the need for a brand new social networking site, when so many already exist? Think about it…If everybody liked the same things then life and society would become so dull, colourless and boring.

All the houses would look the same, parks, malls, bikes, cars…etc. There would be no genres in songs, dances, writing. What I am trying to say is that people have different tastes and choices for a reason, they think differently. Each individual has his or her style, in everything she or he does; it’s what makes him/her unique.

So if we all are different then how can we create something which appeals to one and all at the same time? The best way to deal with this is to let the artists make something they love and the like-minded people will come to appreciate their creations. It’s like twitter, you like someone and your thoughts click, you follow them. You don’t tweet about those whom you don’t follow, you let them be, and someone else loves them and tweets about them, that’s life for you.

I went to see a new movie, though I loved it my friend hated it, does that mean that either of us are wrong? No. What it means is because I like a particular type of story line, I liked the movie and there will be many like me, who will like it and many unlike me, who will hate it. So the movie maker should be honest to his feelings and make a film, people who share the same passion will go for it and those who don’t won’t. But if he tries to please all and makes a movie, it will turn out to be a disaster; it will have no backbone or integrity.

So my advice to all aspiring artists is, ‘Be honest to yourself and your beliefs, the rest will follow. Let no one, other than your intuition dictate, influence or steer you in a particular direction. It’s your life, ideas and emotions which propel you forward to excel in your chosen field. Go live your life on your own terms; the world will follow in your footsteps, or at least part of the world will.’







Lucks aka Sulekha

A Reader or Writer...Which would you rather be?

Come join us on a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations.
Tour Date - Saturday, 10 September
Theme - A Reader or Writer ... Which Would You Rather Be?

A Reader or Writer...Which would you rather be?


“A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day ~ Emily Dickinson”

I have always wanted to write…even before I was born. Hard to imagine and believe, right? But then, according to me writers are eccentric specimen, the good ones are a bit demented and the real writers are insane. I am no Emily Dickinson or Elizabeth Browning, but I do express my emotions with as much intensity as they did. It is not possible to write and be unemotional about life. Life is like a beautiful painting with its many hues and textures, a person who can appreciate all the vibrant colours and understand the artist’s mind, is a real writer.

When does a person decide to become a writer? Is there a ceremony which takes place and the world is informed about this decision of the writer? No, a person becomes a writer when she starts sharing her feelings about every little thing in life, with the world. She sees a flower bloom and comments upon its beauty, a poem is born and so is a writer. A friend moves to a different city, she writes about the separation, a writer appears. She loses a loved one; she grieves and out of her tears is born a writer.


“I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need by sun and candle light…I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life~ Elizabeth Browning”

I can’t imagine feeling something and not writing about it, I am alive when I write. Books keep me company, I love reading and become a character in the book that I’m reading at the moment, sometimes it’s fun when the book is a happy, nice, and romantic one but it’s scary to be in the plot of a murder mystery or horror story.

I have a million stories I want to share with the world, and I will live even after I am long gone. Though I wear both the hats, of a reader and writer, writing is what keeps me going and saves my soul from corroding.I will end with a beautiful quote by my favorite author Emily Dickinson.


“He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust~ Emily Dickinson”




Sulekha aka Lucks






Do visit these wonderful writer's blogs and become their followers. Happy reading friends...

CONTINUE ON THE TOUR-----

1. Karen-http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com/2011/09/rather-write-or-read.html
2. Roy - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
3. Janu - http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com
4. Karen - http://www.britsunited.blogspot.com
5. Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
6. Nat - http://readingromances.wordpress.com/
7. Deborah - http://deborahbatterman.com/
8. Sarah - http://sarahbutland.com/blog/
9. Sulekha - http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/

10. Dora - http://blogaliciousauthors.blogspot.com/

Hungry Soul

Let's make a collage of articles.

"SOUL-MATES"


Friends,

You are invited to my collage making event. All you need to bring to the event is your article on soulmates. Do you believe in soulmates? How and where can you find your soulmate? Does everyone have one?

If you are interested in helping me make this collage, then Please leave your name and blog link at the bottom of the page.My entry is a poem titled Hungry Soul.

Hungry Soul


My Soul is hungry for you,
there is total chaos.
it's messing with my,
feelings for you.


Ever since you've gone away,
so far away, from me.
It misses your touch,
and is slowly rotting away.


Souls need a lot of love,
to survive, in a state of bliss.
They just can't do without,
pure affection and,
their soul mate's kiss.


Kiss of passionate expression,
of tender emotions,
of deep rooted love and care.
It can do wonders for a soul,
cover it with it's soothing shade,
protect from sorrow's harsh glare.


My soul is crying out your name,
It has been for decades.
When will you hear my plea?
When will you understand me?


I miss your presence near me,
need your love to soothe me.
Want your arms around me,
need your lips to revive me.


I need your warmth,
to thaw me,
Want your heat,
to burn me.
Long to hear you say,
you love and miss me,
and are finally,
coming home to me.




Lucks aka Sulekha

Let's make a collage of articles.

"SOUL-MATES"


Friends,

You are invited to my collage making event. All you need to bring to the event is your article on soulmates. Do you believe in soulmates? How and where can you find your soulmate? Does everyone have one?

If you are interested in helping me make this collage, then Please leave your name and blog link at the bottom of the page, before 7th september.


Sulekha sulekkha.blogspot.com

Welcome to Magnificent Monday

Flower power

It's Flower Power to kick the week off on a great Magnificent Monday. Join in .
http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/2011/08/magnificent-monday-flower-power.html

Jim's words:

"Travelers, bloggers and photographers, let's see how our wee flower festival takes off. Post a link in the Mr Linky tool at the end of this article to your pics and stories on flowers: a single bloom or a field full of sunflowers; tulips from Amsterdam or a flower bedecked balcony in Ecuador; a tiny desert flower or a lush tropical paradise. Let's read what you can link in with!"

 Welcome to  Magnificent Monday and let's have a great week with Flower Power! 

Assorted Flowers 

This is a metal soldier standing guard amongst pretty white flowers and greenery, it's almost like he is guarding nature and all its treasures.


Lucks aka Sulekha

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Help…get me out of here!!!

Help…get me out of here!!!

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Friends, there is an interesting story behind this post. I had written a comment in Debra’s blog about my fears and phobias, Debra suggested that I write an article based on my experiences, so here it is. The credit for this post goes to my dear friend Debra El-Ramey.

Help…get me out of here!!!

‘Remember, you are eating for two now’, was the well meaning advice doled out to me by my more experienced mom-friends. I was three months into my second pregnancy and the nausea and other side-effects of the first trimester were a distant memory now. I could eat, I was forever hungry...Ravenous, all the time. I heard eat for two, but to be on the safe side, I ate for four people and gained 20 kilos in six months time.

I have always hated elevators, but as luck would have it, we were allotted a house on the 13^th floor and since refusing to take it meant another year’s delay in getting a different house, we took it. I was apprehensive, but resigned to a long trek up the stairs every day, because I just cannot ride in an empty elevator. I need at least one more human being in the lift with me, or I lose my sanity.

Though we did have two operators for the two lifts in the building, they were like the water and electricity supply, one moment here the next gone. With so many power outages, the elevators kept stalling mid way all the time, this heightened my paranoia. My worst nightmare was me getting stuck in an elevator and dying a horrible and agonizing, oxygen-starved death.

I used to dread getting into the elevator and went in only if the operator was there, otherwise I climbed the stairs. In the second trimester I could make it up to the 13^th floor with just three breaks in between floors, first five then rest, climb 4 more then rest ,three and home. But seventh month onwards it was a five stop trip home. It was so painful and embarrassing. On lucky days, I would get company going up and I would alight at the floors, the others would, and take the stairs from there.

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There was a pay phone in the lobby and a few notice boards, my modus operandi was to lurk in the lobby and pretend to read the various notices put up there or pretend to make a call, the moment somebody walked towards the elevators, there I was, faster than lightning, but trying to appear unhurried and completely relaxed. I would sweetly enquire, “Which floor?”, and wait with a baited breath for them to say a two digit number so that I didn’t have to climb more than a couple of floors, but most of the times the morons would just say second or fifth floor. My god!! These people were sissies; couldn’t they climb up 5 floors when a very pregnant woman could do it every day? Once in a while some Good Samaritans replied, 12^th floor and I could have wept with relief then and kissed them on both the cheeks, god bless them.

A lot of water has flown under the bridge but I am still unchanged in my fear of closed spaces. Trying to make me understand and overcome my irrational fears is an exercise in futility, I am beyond redemption. Kriti Mukherjee, my dear friend and now, also my business partner, lives on the 13^th floor too, deja vu…

Whenever I visit her place, which is very often, I call her up from the lobby and she comes down to get me. Her two year old daughter, Agni, whom all address as Guni, also knows that Sulekha aunty is scared to go down in the elevator alone. She accompanies us down when I leave their place, “Mama, I also want to come with you and Sulekha aunty”, bless her innocent and sweet heart.

Friends, the next time you are waiting for an elevator and happen to spot a woman with a crazy and desperate look in her eyes, don’t be alarmed, and just ask her if she wants to ride in the elevator with you. Her gratitude will overwhelm you. It could be me or someone like me, with all her phobias wrapped around her like an invisible cloak. Help her, help me.

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Lucks aka Sulekha

Emilio's Retort

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"I am misunderstood."
Roxy tried to get me kicked out of the hood.
She should have tried to see my point of view,
Why I did what I did and  why I'll do it again,
If I had to, I really really SO would.


Roxy followed me everywhere, I mean, PLEASE,
give a man some SPACE!!!
She just didn't get it, was always in my FACE!!!


If I stepped into my balcony, there she was,
perched high, on her chair, staring at my body,
and my non-existent fabulous hair. 



She'd blink her eyes, smile coyly and flirt.
Though I didn't mind the flirting, at times,
but let a handsome dude wake up, first.


Out in the park, she was always by my side,
hanging on to every bark of mine.
Prancing and preening, to impress me.
"Girl, you're okay, but I've seen fine."


And to top it all, she wanted me to fight,
Rufus,Buddy and Bruno. No thank you.
I am no super hero, and it's not right,
to expect me to, boldly rescue you.


I can't take them all on, they are big and mean.
Anyone who has messed with them,
has had to relocate, pack his bags, move on.


I like this place, I belong here.Roxy is like a thorn in my side,
though she is pretty and witty and fine,
there's more to life than making her mine.


I want to sow my wild oats, you're only young once.
Maybe after I've done it all,and still feel the same.
I will make a U Turn, But until then, Babe,
Please let me be,I don't even have a pedigree.


We can be friends, but don't expect the moon from me,
Come to the park if you're okay with this.Play with me.
If not, then please stay the hell away from me.








Lucks aka Sulekha

Roxy and Emilio

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When will Roxy learn that Emilio is not, the one,

Who will appreciate her love and give her, her due.

He will not understand her fears or fulfil her needs,

He will just walk away, whenever he feels.

Uncaring, that he is breaking her heart.

Unaware, that she has unconditionally,

worshipped him from the start.

Why does Roxy long for Emilio?

Why can’t she see him for what he is?

Why does she kiss the ground he walks on?

Why can’t she let him be?

Emilio shuns Roxy every step of the way,

and doesn’t give her the time of the day.

He feeds on her attention, but ignores her.

He breaks her heart at every chance, and

walks away without a backward glance.

What she needs to do first and foremost,

is to kick him where it hurts the most.

Treat him as shabbily as he has, treated her.

A blow so fine that he always remembers.

Roxy needs to bring Emilio down,

a rung or two, on her ladder of love.

She needs to make him see the folly,

of his wayward ways.

Give him a chance to redeem himself,

in a couple of days.

But if he still cannot see her true love,

he needs to be sent packing right away,

and never allowed to be anywhere,

near Roxy, come what may.

Lucks aka Sulekha

P.S.  This post was inspired by a lovely post at http://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/2011/07/11/wont-you-please-look-my-way/

Do read her lovely article on love and heartbreak of Roxylee.

Tears are me...

Hey another Poe-A-Tree Hop!

Well here we are going again, just hopping all over the world.  As you may know the last hop we were looking at the rainbows. Saw some mighty pretty ones two.  But to have a rainbow you need a little rain. So this time, get you a box of Kleenex or a supply of crying towels cause were going to have a down pour of tears causing poem and tear jerking story for you to read. As you dry your eyes please leave a sympathy note in the comments. There a list of blogs that is participating in this hop below the poem and or story.  Have fun and cry your eyes out you will feel better. It’s good for you, Mikey like it.       

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Tears are me…

I cry when I hear your favourite song,

It’s my song too, will always be mine.

I cry when you don’t call,

Miss you like crazy.

I try to be brave and live my life,

smiling, without a care,

when inside my heart is bleeding,

thinking of you , somewhere.

 My tears fall like the rain.

This Incessant downpour,

is flooding my soul,

with bitter-sweet memories,

of beautiful days gone by.

When a single tear drop

from my eye, was enough,

to make you cry out in pain.

You understood my suffering,

Promised to keep my heart safe,

you'd said you wouldn’t let sorrow,

anywhere near my heart.

You'd sworn that we would never part.

Now, you are gone, far, so far,

that your arms cannot reach me,

and hold me close to your heart.

My tears fall ceaselessly,

crying out your name.

They crave for your gentle touch,

to ease away the pain.

Come back to me my darling,

I no longer wish to cry.

Transform my unhappy tears,

into those of unparalleled joy.

Every tear I cry,

 calls out your name.

without you in my life,

nothing is the same.

My existence is threatened,

by unhappy thoughts.

With pain, my heart replete.

Without you, with me,

My soul is incomplete

Lucks aka Sulekha

POETRY TEAR HOP

Participating blogs: click on one and make the hop to another puddle of tears.
In no particle order:

Roy Durham http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
Rimly Bezbaruah http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/
Alpana Jaiswal http://motifsonthewall.blogspot.com/
Bonnie Parker Gayadeen http://bongoisme.blogspot.com/

 sulekha rawat  http://www.://sulekkha.blogspot.com/

Sancheeta Biswas http://www.anshsaransh.blogspot.com/ 

Anna Sides  http://othersideofanna5.blogspot.com/ 

‎ Melissa Tandoc  http://www.grazieadio.blogspot.co​m
Jessica Mokrzycki http://ascendingthehills.blogspot.com/
sarah-jane klemis     http://almostthere.biz/