Love Of Today

You Love me, 
Miss me, 
Kiss me,

and then

Leave me...


Rabea Kamran

My Wings

I wonder what people mean when they talk about wings, for me they have different meanings..


I feel like soaring in the clouds when i make my parents proud of me, or when someone praises me in front of my mum and dad and i see dad's chest swell with pride.


I feel the clouds passing by me when my little brother comes to me with his maths problems and when i solve them he asks me "Apne kya PhD ki hai maths mein"


I feel like touching the sky when i make people smile, when i help my patients, when i make aunties smile on my trip back to home on bus everyday. 


I feel like bathing in the shining sun in the sky when i play with kids, colour with them, tickle them and see them laughing.


And i feel like taking slides on the rainbows when he makes my heart flutter like a butterfly by making me believe that he would always be mine...

Memory Lane

She opened her drawer an took out the printed papers. It's been a year since she last saw them. She read them again and again and again..
When she had memorized every word and the tears on her cheek dried up, she took the papers and lighted them up. The smoke emnated furiously as the orange and red flames consumed the paper. In the burning fire she could  see that face..


"Seriously i don't know who is doing this to you" "I swear it isn't me" He said trying his best to sound honest while his heart was swelling with the satisfaction of victory.
"whoever it is knows you very well, why would i do it?? I am so drowned in my own sorrows" He said sitting across her gazing intently into her troubled eyes..


She shunned the thoughts of that animal with those abuses still ringing in her ear.
The fire burned with a brighter flame, the wind was strong, bits of burned paper danced in the air. The smoke started suffocating her but she stood there gazing intently into the flames consuming those papers when another face appeared in the fire..


"Get out of my house right now" He roared, she sobbed badly "Don't do this drama here, fool someone else with your innocent face" He shouted as he tried to push her out of the apartment...


The fire has almost consumed the paper, the grey ashes remained as she remembered all those hugs, kisses and those tender moments. She remembered the final goodbye with him, which has eased all the pain. They have parted on a good note. She knew that he would never hurt her no matter whatever happened.


She collected the ashes and blew them away in the wind wishing him happiness, a beautiful life and lots of love and a silent wish that she never see him again. The wind calmly blew away the ashes and she turned back satisfied and happy, free from all the chains of memories. Her phone rang and shooked her from the trance, the voice from the other end said
 " Honey you took so much time to attend the call, i miss you so much baby.. "

Parents

Another one which needs to be shared..

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, 
and four-year grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his 
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.... The family ate 
together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky 
hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off 
his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk 
spilled on the tablecloth.

So the husband and wife got irritated and set a small table 
in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of 
the family enjoyed their dinners together.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was 
served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, 
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the
 only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions 
when he dropped a fork or spilled food.


The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening 
before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are 
you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am
 making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in 
when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back 
to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. 
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no 
word was spoken, both knew what must be done.


That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and 
gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of
 his days he ate every meal with the family and for some 
reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth 
soiled.

A Long Lost Letter

I know i should have done this earlier, but as they say it's never too late.


Honey i know how you feel, i know how life should be for you, but please trust me i always wished good for you and you know it. I have been so busy with my life, i know you needed me baby. I was your best friend, you knew you could count on me.


I understand that your parents forced you into marriage and you are upset about it but please talk to me honey, cry on my shoulder girl. At least its better than crying for that stupid jerk who never cared for you.
He's gone baby, he was never worth the love you gave him. He was a stupid that he never realized your worth. Honey ask me how precious you are, please don't let the memories of that insignificant, pathetic ex of yours to ruin your married life.


I really wish that your married life turns out to be as blissful as ever could be, honey give him a chance to understand you and i am sure he would do everything to keep you happy and satisfied. Be contended and see how his heart swells with pride to have you next to him. Be the style diva we all know you to be, i need that gorgeous smile of yours back on your face girl and am sure you will get the love you truly deserve. 
Talk to me honey, please don't shut yourself out like that, please take my calls, at least reply to my messages. I miss my friend, please be yourself again.

You make all the pain go away

It's so strange, the way you act like my personal disprin. I love the way you make my system go calm with peace that i have so longed for. 
Just the sound of your voice strings my heart to the happier notes. Damn it! How can i be so lucky? is it a dream or are you with me for real? If it is a dream i wish it to never end, i really do.


Thank you for being ears, when i wanted to share things with you, Thank you for healing me, for giving ME back to me.
Did you just popped out of my head or out of the prayers i made to God? I have been searching for you at wrong places when you were always there in front of me. 
Thank you for being the best, Thank you for being you, and yes it could have only been you..

The Evolution Of Significance

Sometimes we idealize people, think highly of them, make them giants in our mind, look up to them for comfort and feel honored to have them with you. Hold them high in esteem, for you the whole world can be wrong but not them, they are angels to you, your most precious possessions of life. Life seems comfy and secure.


Then by the passage of time the giants start decreasing in size, you realize that they are human just like you made of flesh and bones. They have the same faults and shortcomings. Thats when the beauty of the colors become more prominent and a thorough understanding is reached. You become friends and the gaps start decreasing. You share everything significant and insignificant. 


Then gradually those humans start getting tired of you and fall to the level of animal. They hurt you, break you into pieces like scavengers. Your dignity and self respect keep getting bruised. Still you hold on because you cannot live without them. But when they need you, they become kittens, curling in your lap asking for attention. 


You cry, you break but then you get over it and now the same giants are merely scurrying insects to you,, you stomp over them Crunch, crunch, crunch and go on to make new giants with the same faith..

Rabea Kamran

A Little Thought

This is another share that was worth sharing...


Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.


Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.


Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.


All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.