CRUX OF LIFE

I was drowning. A storm of water was coming from all the sides. I did not know swimming. Where did so much water come from? Was it real? I tried flapping my legs and hands up and down.  My athletic efforts were temporarily rewarded. I came up to catch a whiff of fresh air. But that was all I could get. I was going down and I could not come up. I was not aware of anything else except the water. Suddenly, the water disappeared, leaving me dry... I was soon dispersed into various small particles. And I swirled in the wind like a tornado. At one place above some mountains, the swirling particles paused and concentrated back to my physical form. Imagine the view of superman or Shaktimaan here (You may view SuperLady or Lady Shaktimaan, considering that I am a female... :) ).  I viewed greenery; felt as if I am on a cloud and soft breezes touched my face.  I laughed and said "WoW!".  " Is this the so called 'swarga'?, Am I dead??? ", I thought. ...

S he waited for us to come back from school at around 2.30 PM every day. She was ready with a plate full of rice mixed with some curry, as we got fresh up. My mom would then feed us morsel by morsel in each of widely opened mouths with a loving heart- with just a story along with food. This is one of the earliest memories of my childhood. And I wonder that it is same till date. There is some magic in my mother’s fingers that makes the food tastier. Whenever I have sleepless nights, I sleep near her silently. She raps on my head gently with her hand. There is some magic in my mom’s hands, which absorb all my worries and just within a few seconds, I fall asleep. My mother has a virtual x-ray machine fit in her eyes, which reads exactly what’s going on in my mind.  There is some magic in my mom’s eyes.  This is one of the reasons that I have never been able to tell a lie to my mom. Whenever tried, I failed miserably. She would see sternly with a raised eye-brow, and then...