choosing the odd one

 I like my job... The fringe benefits are priceless: clean air to breathe...; stillness, solitude and space; an unobstructed view every day and every night of sun, sky, stars, clouds, mountains, moon, cliff rock and innocent students; a sense of time enough to let thought and feeling range from here to the end of the world and back; the discovery of something intimate - though impossible to name - in the remote.  I like my job because uncivilized people live here and I see area to make revolution. I see more human effort here than luxury. I see horse helping human and Cows making human living. I see people valuing small amount of money. I see people bare foot stepping over sharp stones and sticks. I smell human sweat over the torn clothes. I see evolution here which my parents did at past because everything is thirty years back here.
I had chosen to live in such an uncultivated habitat cutting the network between friends and families. Did I make a mistake? Many people thought so, and told me in uncertain terms that I was being away from comforts that I deserved. I agreed, it was of some meanings but I had a purpose for being here. The purpose was to grow some age in the mountain, not to shrink but to become part of a wood and to see nature little closer.
This is my sojourn; I live quite far from my loved people. But as far as this heart is open and free; I am spontaneous.
Sometimes, I become aware of the immense silence in which I get lost. Not a silence so much as a great stillness - for there are a few sounds: the creak of some bird in a tree, an whirlpool of wind which passes and fades like a sigh, the ticking of the watch on my wrist - slight noises which break the sensation of absolute silence but at the same time exaggerate my sense of the surrounding, overwhelming peace, a suspension of time, a continuous present. If I look at the small device strapped to my wrist, the numbers, even the sweeping second hand, seem meaningless, almost ridiculous. Wilderness aches sometimes, it’s lonesome but it becomes urgency to reconnect with natural world. This is how natural elements become my friends. They hear my voice and I hear them, there is rhythm between us. And this is probably how I got adapted to live here.
The more I learnt about the basic human efforts, the more convinced I became with my dream and life. It was through accepting myself as an ordinary boy I got to live like bizarre.

I prefer the absences and the big empties

I prefer the absences and the big empties

Feeling the pure wind of flawless mountain and trees, looking deep inside the common atmosphere, 
I am astonished to realize that the pure landscapes suffocate me. But there is no curtain in my eyes
 to hide the soft horizons of thoughts. I prefer the untouched land and all the edge of virgin sunshine over it. 
When we look around over restless forest and leaves, we may see something of the wind that stirs it, which 
comes to our nose with burning emotions..Though nature is on the whole of law unto herself in matters of 
emotion and altitude, she is not a random force and does not work altogether without knowledge.

A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile 
than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.

The restless Pachu, the towering Dzong, the silent Ngamayzampa, what do they have in common? And what are 
the essential differences? greatness, color, largeness, the power of the history and custom , that which lies beyond 
the ability of visitors  to wholly grasp or utilize, capture and write poems, these qualities are all commonly  shared. 
The lonesome walk benefits the feelings that are priceless, clean air to breathe. Those willows shades over us like
 a delicate umbrella against the angry sun. Stillness of all pebble and wooden planks, solitude and space for passers
 is this bridge. An unobstructed view every day and every night of sun, stars, clouds, moon in the sky and cliff 
rock that are heavenly designed. A sense of time enough to let thoughts and feeling range from here to the end of 
the world and back; the discovery of something intimate with soul of nature and man.

A man come and feels something different, breaks his heart but not mountains, rivers or trees that remains for 
eternity and for next generation, they are real but we are of hope and fantasy. This is why man has tears, 
heartbeat, and the sense that we are never complete but little things to think and weep. If one seal him from the 
nature and isolate himself within a mind prison of his own creation then he is lost from the earth, he has never felt 
the reality touch or voice of the god.

  In unexciting sojourn I watch every sun shine in hopes of seeing the dream. The dream is seldom seen in
 flash of light that rises from the Jhomolhari like a bursting fountain at the moment when rays swells
 through my broken window. It vibrates into the sky for five second and disappears; one more reason to
 keep moving.

Our world is not a patch of bliss and changeless perfection where the human lie down and revolve around mind.
 If men hear the sizzle of grasses, understand the murmur of river and look at chirping birds from nest to nest 
then he belongs to universe of freedom and infinite truth. He remains a part of the environment he walks through
 and that vision has no limitation or definite boundary.

I am concerned with the textures and tastes, sights and sounds, that brings me upon the zest of living in the empty path.  I like to hide those painful times under the care of those rocks where passers steps upon it and compress under
 cold ground. Sometime, letting it flow with river that has voices making melody, the stately flow up and down
 on sweeping currents that touches the stones and beaches, swirling in pools, dividing against little flowery 
islands, breaking sad and sorrow here and there, ever rejoicing, yet with deep solemn undertones recalling the ocean.

I prefer absence and big empty for I knew how to see things from my own eyes and feel from my own heart….

I had these feelings under observation ever since my arrival at any place after depart from my love, hoping to
 learn something from it, to discover the significance in its form, to make a connection through its life with whatever 
falls beyond. It is possible, in deep space, to talk with non human. Our feeling is the activity closely related to what 
we call our soul. To create feelings is not absurdity; it can be one way of knowing silence, by recognizing ourselves
 in the fullness of our being and certain another ways of living in this extraordinary world.

Perfect country to be born and die

In this small country I watch every sun rise in hopes of seeing the beautiful days ahead. I see the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my peaceful house, from dawn to dusk, with emotions which people might share. The long slight crystal of clouds floats like eagles in the desert of hot light. The hope and inspiration to survive strikes like a spurting fountain at the moment of each sunrise remains for three seconds and disappears. It has always been one more reason to keep going. I realize that peaceful country always drags us to find more and more, it is significant to feel happy. I love Bhutan because the living cultivations are priceless: clean air to breathe, stillness in politics, solitude and space of freedom and containment. It has unobstructed view every day and every night of smiles, culture, ornaments ,hills, moon and stars and so on. These are the components enough to let thoughts and feelings range from here to the end of the world and back; the discovery of something intimate. This is a place that I chose to live and die for hundred reasons not only for luxury but in a necessity of the human spirit.

Bhutan is the daughter of volcanic plates that erupted upon the sky. Now it kisses the incense of god and relaxes in the palm of sun. The cold wind of heaven embraced the daughter into mother   nation. Herbs and medicine preceded the vision of spirituality. The necessity of surveillance captured the eyes of human. It created dramatic significance to the founder of truth and mediators. Later it was sojourn to the exiled saint who was the precious jewels at whose feet one submits popularly known as Zhabdrung Rinpochhe. Without his presence Bhutan would never be born as a unique nation. He is a man behind every success and unification. His vision and prayers was the root of Bhutanese strength. Most of the custom and culture originated from him where present citizen of Bhutan feels it should never be lost.

The happiness after depended upon wars and victory, blood and tears. For small and land locked soil there was a need of right leader who can visualize the peace in future. Some decades lasted with consequences and fight and there were different opinions for the same thing. There were attack externally and dispute internally till the birth of monarchy and leadership.

The modernization had just pinched Bhutan when western world were at the end of globalization but their sweats must be counted when we can realize how we stand today. We know our ancient citizens were restless and undefeated to make living for them and coming generation. Now nothing is unseen if we measure the growth of developments. We can assume that Bhutan has reached to the start point were identity is counted as nation. It means our dragon can swim in the air of Bhutanese breath and take over the guidance and values. Now, people continue their services, Monarchy has already taken over the rest. When citizen has right to survive there is a touch in people that they would do something for country and wellbeing.

This place has been gift of god, the fertile soils kills the Bhutanese hunger. People never stopped making a valuable contribution to the continuity of human race. The Himalayan Rivers would have produced thousand watts of electricity before dumping into Brahmaputra. Those hilly mountains are now curved into waves of tarries. Unlike in the past, today, people enjoy night as equally as day with glowing bulbs and each home has at least produced doctor and an engineer. After these what is the need in human that compares haven lives? There is nothing greater than being lived as human. It may go beyond of invention but it’s just of creation and for reassure. Rich nation does not make peace full people but Bhutan being a poor country has made every one rich and happy.

The glory that captures the Bhutanese eyes is the hill that glows late dusk. The birds that sing and dance mountain to mountain and return to the nest build on unknown caves. Moreover, its people who lose their sweats for few grains that are swallowed for quite happiness. Heavens need not be in the skies rather it can be in the land that has happiness and the joy that takes nightmares. Bhutan has measured minimum of spiritual lives. To those who lives for eternity, Bhutan and its custom teaches a lesson that birth must be followed by the death.

And the places

There are no hidden beauties and greater differences in any places nor does it have any power of healing this lonely heart. Every place takes a power of eyes that are in touch with inner feelings. The place need not be crowded or designed with artificial ornaments to grab the happiness. The reality lies in the natural peace and in the arts of god that are most beautiful. Mostly this virgin land holds the gift of heaven and captures the new eyes. Our joy is realizing that all of nature’s beauties exist for our pleasure because beauty is for feeling heart. Any land on this world has chosen its own place and takes the shape of earth. It has its own adaptation and seasons. It chooses its own birds and animals, crops and vegetables. Therefore, it is the simplicities in nature that are the most soothing to our soul. Every place remains same as it did century ago but it shows changing colours with every coming seasons with new lessons and feelings. It tells us that we too are changing with time and space. There is a nature never selfish for human values. There are inspirations with every act of natural forces. The wisdom taught by it is what we hardly obtain from human.

I ask myself, would I have been a different sort of person if I had born in Las Vegas or in concrete jungle instead of Bhutan where every lonely nature wants to speak up. Perhaps not, but the people I have met along the way who has greater influence would have been completely different. The person with whom I cherished the happiness, the mates with whom I faded my sadness and one who lightens the burden of mine would never be the same. Mostly, to make a buck would be easy but to make a difference without teachers would be unattainable. Therefore, the holidays I consider this life from heaven. It is sort of a party I got to enjoy being in this beautiful hills and mountains. This is sojourn where people pray to live before they close their eyes to unknown world. Within a country we change a place to live and continue learning and once I wrote it when I was in Paro:

“Through extensive coverage of mind^, looking Paro intently into its beauties; I found myself into sadness sojourn. Walking under all the shaded willows, the melody of music in its stillness causes no wholesome monotony of all chirping birds and creping insects. The visitor’s passes by capturing the monster build on the hill of stable peak of Rimpung. Its architect takes one to ancient era where people have suffered and created miracle.

The silver lining clouds flies over the elegant town of happiness providing rain to upset farmers. When those crops are grown into golden yellow it dances with the tone of western wind. The soft waves are momentous and create beauty in the eyes of those who finds the pleasure in nature. Seasons changes and we do with the colours of feelings creating no bias with past, we know how to live a day completely.

                             The moment of life all mystery and illusion

                                          I see crack in every sun

                           Unexpressed bemoan and drunk with grief 

                                                   In deep and deep

                        Nature are never tired of giving human values

The motivation is created with myriads of trouble, with the journey we travel without parents. We become little father of our own, a mother when we cook for ourselves. Every next place had been a second home where we knew how to live alone. Paying the rent out of empty purse and trying to fetch someone without oneself eating.

                         To see the world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a wild flower

                           Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour 

Knowing what I was fighting for, I kept struggling for my dream than I loosed the battle of everything. If not today I see the world better, tomorrow it might disappear. The fact is that no one knows about our plan and hope. Our path is always there and we go along the way we find happiness and comforts.

12/ 5/2011

“The mountain makes man realize just how insignificant he is. At the same time, they allow one to remain an individual instead of being swallowed up in the crowd. Like Ruskin Bond have chosen hill for poetic living, I also choose the hill for the purpose of writing. Being in this simple country it was a chance to know what is best in surviving. Life takes anywhere, like sometimes of widely, despairingly; acutely miserable, racked with the sorrow, but though it all, I still knew quite certainly that just to live is a grand thing. So I like living than just to survive the breath.”

As I was able to realize what Bhutan was from the sense that I thought Bhutan was the small place where I was grown up. That time, I visited one faraway place and I found Bhutan in the sign board of a shop and I asked my brother, “how come it is Bhutan again?” He explained me that Bhutan represents the name of the country where we live in. I got something in my head but I was not clear with my empty head.  As day went on and being wide awake I came to know what it really was. Thereafter, my reality was Bhutan and those soils I was so well rooted with. Now as I visit every new place I feel am completing the puzzle of Bhutan’s map. With every exploration and being encaged with each individuals I feel new people to these place will never fade into loneliness or get separated with the humanity because the broad smile and kindness shown by our citizens supports the feelings of each vacationer. There is some appreciation that I don’t ever loose knowing the people of country side. I admire those farmers who work day and night making a valuable contribution to the continuity of human race. I like the way they know less and makes human life easy and desire less .There is no cocktail parties nor there is advanced literary crowed but there is their own ways of creating happiness and living completely with their loved one.

Daddy’s note

Daddy’s note

“I was just missing her and I felt asleep………………………….

I had to shout over sky several times asking a daughter to read a daddy note. It was a note that I wrote it when I was in school, along the river side and when I missed her mom during high school days. I started sharing things with her before I met her mother. The feelings went over sometimes giving me ache in my mind. Sometimes it was wrong to think because the extreme crave would become a habit. My wife knew about it because all my childhood and school days I was sharing that with her and luckily I got to marry her. Even friends around knew it because my face book were filled with child girl images. Some time somebody would comment me “First try to be a good father”…When the first time doctor announced that she was pregnant, I just looked up and smiled to the god thinking he would have given me a daughter. Crazy things went on, talking, listening through stomach and irritating my wife.

Finally, God had listened me and I felt good when my wife gave me the greatest gift from heaven.

The closet was already full with beautiful pink dresses, teddy, Barbie and all the toys that I thought my daughter would enjoy some days. I had arranged separate bed room for her designed with all white nylon clothes hanged in princes’ decoration. I decided her name before I knew how to be a father. She started growing in my embrace and cradle given by her grand ma. I taught her how to say papa and when she first said it I just drank bottle of wine because I couldn’t believe I had become a father to a daughter.

Days went on but I kept working hard for her because I never wanted to bore her because she is not only my gift but my wish. I waited desperately thinking when she would grow up so that she would read my note. When she turned one year old on 27 may I didn’t know in which way I should celebrate her birth day. I thought I will celebrate in the most expensive hotel so that she would be impressed when she finds her first birth day image when she is grown up and I did that.

Later, I was the happiest dad ever and I enjoyed my entire carrier. When I was in office I used to admire my little daughter from my screen saver which I used to keep every day. Once I was late from my office and for excuse I went bakery to get the sweetest cake to my wife and daughter.

Before I knocked the door I smiled thinking I would surprise my wife. I knocked the door but she didn’t open the door and I just felt she was angry with me for being late. I shouted and said “I am sorry dear! I had a work in the office”. Still she didn’t open the door and she gave me no voice. So I rushed toward window and looked inside the room and saw she was deep in sleep where baby was sucking her milk. I called her but she didn’t move but baby cried when she heard my voice and came toward me. I thought something was wrong with my wife and I broke the window and entered the room, rushing. I felt something terrible, didn’t know where cake went but I held baby and went to see my wife. I just found she was no more living for us. I couldn’t feel my feet on the floor and I just felt blind. Her image came over my eyes like I saw her for the first time I met her. I waited her to wake but she didn’t do. After completely knowing that she would never wake up I called my mom after some minutes. They rushed like a light and asked me so many questions which I didn’t know how to answer. Within no time every one filled my room and what they could see is just one lonely man with a child who doesn’t know what happened.

I was numb; nothing came in my brain till I finished her bereavement. People visited me, they just said to take care and visit them sometime for any baby help. This happened for while but when her bereavement finished nobody came to see me and even our parents went home just leaving baby and me. Although I used to feel so happy to get my daughter but that happiness would not be complete when my wife was not there but I never tried to realize that when she was with me. I use to feel that I was happy because I got my daughter and it was wrong thoughts.

There after I came to realize how important she was for me. I was idiot to act crazy with daughter neglecting to love her like I used to do before. I didn’t feel her heart how she would have felt when I shifted my whole love toward my daughter.  I know she was feeling that because once she gave me daughter she loosed her confident with me after knowing that I was happy with daughter.

 I realized that I have tortured her inside. May be for that reason she didn’t have reason to live; so god called her. I regret everything that I did after I got my daughter. When I lost her it was like losing every one and even daughter was not enough. It was good to be happy for a child but it was worst to neglect a wife for the happiness of a child. I felt we had never decided to have baby because that was the decision to let her go. Or I would have equalized my love with both of them so that even when she leaves me I would have not regretted. Though I was the best father but never the best husband.

One day I was arranging the things inside room and something came on my head about the diary she used to hide all the time. So I just went to her bed room which I kept as it is like she used to keep so clean. I opened the dower and saw it. There were many notes about things that came across her life. Some pages were filled with how lucky she was with me. She has written about the holidays in Hawaii beaches, her pregnancy, and my love and about her parents. One of the pages tells like this:

“You know,

You used to talk good things with me and make me feel good all the time. You were never selfish to share things that hurted you and make yourself feel better. Whenever you share thing with me I kept watching your eyes that tells me your pain and happiness more than your words. There were many wishes that you had with me but out of many you had one common wish which was to have daughter from me. I didn’t promise that at a time to give you a daughter but just inside me I always asked that from god for you. I am afraid if those wish don’t become reality and it is for sure you will dislike me for a quite. So will you promise me if that turns out to be opposite? I can feel your desire but I will still let you feel love because child means either boy or girl and has equal right to be loved…..”

Love Comet

I didn’t know it that she wanted to give me a daughter. I think she had also become happy because she could fulfill my wish but I blame myself because despite her happiness I become selfish. Any how I was good for her till she gave birth. She even have written about it in free time when I was in office which says

Dear,

You were struggling since when you saw me and I find you doing that, still. I feel guilty to let you suffer just because I am pregnant. Although, I need your help but you do all the works which I can also do as if I am forbidden to touch things. I am glad dear, because at this moment, though you are so much burdened but you never forget to show me smile. I am happy for choosing you because now I knew you would provide me comfort when I want. I feel bad for those days that I never tried to understand your feelings. Even when you considered me the world I had just known you as my friend. Now I will not regret rather I will show you wife and friend in me. I will go back to my feelings and change it now so that I can make you complete when I am totally yours. I have no regret that you are my husband. It would be glad for me to point you if our children ask about my first love. Whatever pain you have gone through in the past when I was not considering your love, now it’s my turn so that you will be happier than me. I will not tell you because it’s already curse for me. Even if I had chosen someone I would be happy but now I have realized that I would have never been this much happy if I had not chosen you. I got to know about you and your love to me. You have proven me your words. Your attitude and the ways that gives me the breath are so living. Anyhow today I want to say that you are not changing for me and I promise even I will not….

Love

Comet

I just used to feel that I care our love more than her but it wasn’t. The only things that went on were the silence of each other‘s feelings. She couldn’t share and I too. Even when situation demanded we were silent just thinking our truth inside. It is just bad to assume things. It is worst decision to hide feelings that are good for other soul. I just shouted at me why I didn’t tell how much I love her every time. I have learned that we should always leave loved ones with loving words because it may be the last time we see them. With all the love regret occupied my mind and now I am more guilt with her because I came to know how she had felt when I gave my life to my daughter leaving her alone.

Those letters she had written were the most unanswerable. Thoughts went beyond the skies, baby started crying for mother’s milk and I would just manage it from nearby milk firm which I had no option. Some months have passed and my office leave was ending. I planned if I could find baby sitter so that in my absence she would take care of her. I went searching for that but I felt those people will not care my daughter.  Finally I decided to call my mother to look after so that I will work peacefully in office. My mother agreed and she helped me a lot till she became three. Her next birth day came but I lost interest to celebrate without her mother. I just brought a cake and lit a candle and whispered to her but those voices turned out to be a loud cry. I just felt incomplete and my daughter would not know how to console me because she doesn’t know about human feelings being too young.

I thought her diary would console me and again carrying baby in the back I started reading her final page which I didn’t read before.

Dear

 Everything came to occupy you and you are forgetting this poor lady who has become second option. When you started buying clothes for a daughter I didn’t say anything just because I thought things will not change. You were loving husband till I gave birth. At least you had love for me because the baby was still inside me .Now she is out and you are holding her as if you don’t need me. It‘s fine that you love her because she was your wish but it doesn’t mean I don’t need your love. Look at yours self what are you doing? Did you ever talk about making me happy? Did you ever hugged me while leaving or coming from office after having child? I know you didn’t but still I understand.  But don’t continue this for long because one day I will get fade up with this understanding. How can I speak to you about this? Though I write here it doesn’t make any changes on you because you will not read it and one day will be too late.

I still want you beside me. I want our child in between us so that we share common love but you are taking it as if you can feed her milk. Don’t do this. One day she would grow up and become some ones love and that time you will have no rights to share same love as you do now. It doesn’t mean not to love her but too much intimacy spoils your expectation.

When you are totally involved with her I feel I am alone in this house. I feel you are forgetting me. Your happiness has shifted towards her. Sometimes I feel lonely because you hardly touch me. I hope one day you will realize it and once again come closer to me…

Love

Comet

Chapter 2

As a mother

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. Hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

No matter how bad our heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for our grief. The people we care about most in life are taken from us too soon. When there is second chance it is not much exciting. Every first thing in the world is the most valuable but when something is lost we don’t value what we have. The fate is not counted after breaking heart into pieces. Likewise she was the most valuable thing in my life and I loosed it to early. When she was with me I didn’t try to find out her secret eagerly. If I had done that it could change my life forever and I would not be going through the tunnel like this.
I fell heavy not only because she was not with me but also looking at my child who has missed the warmth of her mother. I don’t know what answer I would give her if she asks about her mother but as far as I believe I thought I will let her experience mother in me. When nothing is there we live with imagination that hunts us at the end when it is not true. Every move I made after her seemed like I was dreaming. Feeding a child and letting her sleep was a hard sometimes because of her mother instinct. I cried alone with a baby and that would have allowed her soul to roam within our rooms. She might have touched the baby all the time but living and death would have become a matter of difference. Any how little days were enough for me to become a mother to a child. Sometimes I would go shouting

“ Comet
Everything you told me was a lie.  It took me a long time to become the person I wanted to be for you but when I became, you left me. Though I feel sorry but sometimes we don’t show our feelings and I got to know how it would feel when it is too late to share. Forgive me if you are hearing and just ask another chance from heaven so that I will keep you hugging all my life. I know it’s impossible but I have no ways to be happy here after. Though you were one reason for me to live but it has become abstract reality. Your absence is making me more than death and I don’t know how far I will try to live with this pain.”….

The extreme emotion can do anything. It makes any one mad but for me I could do nothing out of madness. If only I was to live without her I could have gone with her but because of child I had to survive carrying this pain so long. I hated the life and my existence. The entire universe was like scary offender .The water, sunlight and dark gave me no sensation. I just focused to a little child playing in luxuries but felt those toys would be forgotten so that her adulthood would be nostalgic. Time lets one accept difficult situation but feelings never dies till our end.

My mind was full of regrets and when everything became short even splendid moment shared after her was incomplete. At that time I thought I will have enough time with her but I was wrong. Though I gave enough love but still then I thought I could give it more but precious thought for her went unshared because I never thought someday she would not be there again.

Comet,

Your time has already come and I don’t know why. Last thing I heard you were doing just fine. It seems just yesterday I was laughing with you and sharing thing that taught me well didn’t you? Though there is nothing to regret I better be thankful for the moment we had shared but I know you went far away that I can never see you again. Every parts I see has started hurting me and I guess If we think there is anything that we have, that’s ours, like you were to me… it’s nothing but an illusion for a pain. It all disappears in one blow that never comes again to let one feel recover. How lonely things would go is what I am knowing from you. You taught me how to live like a human but you missed me to teach how to live after you which is killing me softly.

I was there for you; afraid of losing the kind of women or wife you were all the time for me, holding on to you so tight that not a soul can touch it. I thought by hiding it from the world, it’s hidden and it would be ours but was nothing. Nothing ever was going to be continued. Nothing ever was living but just a couple of memories that are bitter to think. Though it might be a curse but it shouldn’t have been from your side. I could have accepted the panic if it was within me but losing you has become the panic that I am not able to accept it. Now I am insecure to re-start my lives, I cannot give it up my feelings for you and start it over because my emotion will surely get mixed with new feelings that I would create and that is going to scare me…..

 As long as my heart goes beating, I promise I will provide happiness to our daughter as I would do if you were living.

Missing you

Everything I had dreamed was slipping away but a fact my daughter was living was strength to find my existence. The little girl instantly would relax and simply laid her head on my shoulder, motionless in pure contentment but when I feel her weight I go beyond the touch of tears that I wept aside her. She looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, she expressed me something that left me a different person, not only a father but mother to her.

Chapter 3

Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Aside the tragedy I had to make living so I started going to office leaving a little baby in child nurturing center with insecurity inside mind. I fill her Tiffin with hamburger and other fruits that she likes. Some time I would send her cakes so that she would share among her friends. Sometimes she used to complain about bigger boys who take away her lunch and I would teach her how to adjust in such situation. Most of the time she had been the last child to wait for her parents to get her and that always pinched me. When I reach her campus she would run towards me with full of tears but she could say nothing. Every time I used to ask her about her learning and she would mix up all the songs and words that creates admiration in my eyes. Sometimes she gets on the table and shows me the dancing steps until she is tired. But every time I was afraid if suddenly she asks me about a mother then I will have difficult time to explain. Therefore, I decided to inform care taker not to let her know what mother means. It was hard time for me with such situation because I felt my fate has become hard on her as she is not going to experience what mother would mean. I knew one day she would realize about it and blame me but I had things to tell her. I knew daddy note will always guide her even in her saddest part.

My little girl,

We must understand that we are separated from God before every beginning. People become choice less and they must try to adapt with it. Like your mother, I have seen no one as beautiful as she did to my eyes. Now I have no choice. I spent childhood with her talking how beautiful would be life if we have daughter but now I am with my daughter and asking you “how would be a life if we had your mother”. The dream has divided us is both wide and deep. When one was gained I lost another and that made my life incomplete.

Incomplete love is an emotional space where feelings are instantly drowned. To know love we have to invest time and commitment but I got no time to prove it. I thought that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss. I used to feel loved and receive the good feeling every time doing nothing. But after knowing the real power of the love I transformed myself to curse a god because he tells lie to a good people. I feel too much things and could not find a way to shut down my brain. Sometimes when I am feeling things, I couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble after all. Life made a mess of the place and even the presence of my daughter.

“Forget it!” I always told myself. I advised myself to be happy with little girl who stretch her arms to hold me. I tried to forgive about my life that had ruined me. During weekends I would plan myself to visit our parents and come with more courage to live like a strong man. Sometimes I would meet my childhood friends in street and they would unknowingly ask me about my wife and looking at my face they would say “did I hurt you” and I would say, “No but a quit uncertain”. Explaining them brings back all the memories that I was trying to forget but I couldn’t escape because they need to know.

One day I was sick and no one was there aside my girl to look after me. I was sleeping on the carpet to cool myself. Little girl was playing with her toys but she disappeared after sometime. I woke up and was trying to see where she went. I reached the door but it was locked from inside. I thought that she went to her room but I heard something in the kitchen and I rushed toward it. Something happen for the first time, I saw maturity and her mother in her. She was trying hard to reach kitchen table. I asked what she was doing and she said, “Papa I want to prepare tea for you”. I said “you can” but my eyes were already full of unstopped tears. I didn’t know why human has to feel too much. I don't want to be the one who says life is beautiful but I wanted to be the one who feels it because every time I was feeling more than life provides. Little girl became something that inspired me after my wife. I thought she is replaced in some extend though joy are never at optimum.

Luckily I felt the growth in my girl and it bounced me to next door of happiness that father could find himself. I was looking on to those chairs, table and home settings that remained as it is. My wife had bought a puppy doll that used to bark till it finishes its charge and still I kept charging but I could feel even artificial machines would be tired. I looked away from window and I saw those willows had grown so wide that it couldn’t give shade to the one who has planted and I was just writing how that tree might have felt

Dear planter

I looked at you when you first put me in the ground and I said to myself “I promise god, I will shade this kind lady”. I felt freshness every day when you watered me. Sometimes you used to murmur about my growth and wish “when will this willow grow taller so that I would spent my tired weekends with coke”. Just now I don’t see you when I am capable of fulfilling your wish. What I see is the stillness of your home. I don’t see someone early in the morning wiping the dust and keeping curtain open. I miss those smells of your room coming to my breath. I used to dance with your music and smile with your care to your husband. You were kind of lady that world must preserve but they paid less for you and made every one lonely. I wish you were there for me so that I would shade you with joy taking the radiation myself. I have no hope all days but what I see is the pain in both human you have left in this home.

 “Nature is not always kind and human too”

I felt Contemporary sadness but kind of proud that I could feel the feelings of nature. Life just brought me empty but all chapters were feelings and meaning. The story of my life just became the moral of my life and I just went searching the thing I have never found.

Chapter 4

Let all be lost. Let them take away everything. As long as you have your heart beating strong, as long as you have your nostrils working fine, as long as the blood flows in your veins, you will live, you will breathe and you can get it all back… again and again. For, if you can do it once, you can damn well do it again. It’s just a game we play – Life.

By Rohit Wadhwaney

Tragedy happens and we become thrust of pinch inside every nerve but why not people drink water was the thought ruling me. Even if there is courage after drinking in a bar it would not let me speak because there is no one to listen. I thought I can make another chance to live where I would never be in depth of life. I would find pleasure looking just into my own valley that would seem greener if I really find the truth within. Preparing meals and washing clothes like a mom for a little girl. Every sunshine would be meaningful if I find time to clean household and do some gardening that can bear beautiful flower in every season. Going for drive and feed an ice cream to an angel who can occupy me after her. Life will surely be good if I don’t think what had happened and I thought that will give freedom to go ahead. I knew god can never listen even if someone is going to die himself. A sky lies beyond but we see it most and this foot never knows where mind would take. Making a choice is not the best idea but creating ideas will be less hard. I thought we cannot be born several times to change the hardest things in life.

I wanted to forget how I met her in primary school, wanted to erase those beautiful words she had spoken to my ears. I wanted if those touch and intimacy would fade in the wings of time but it was not happening like I imagined. When my daughter comes and closed my eyes from the back I would think if it was her mother but those wish would not be good for a little one if she comes to know. So I decided to look at those dreamy eyes of my girl like I used to see in my wife. Listening her heart beats that one day would look after me and the breath she takes while in her deep sleep would become softer when I am too weak. My mind used to revolve around my room, sometimes taking her diary and read,

U know,

Apart of everything in my mind there is something that I cannot say with courage. Women are for that weakness in every love she makes and that becomes the most painful. But look at me it is happening differently and I guess you don’t know that because you came in my life like I was in need of you. I know you fell in love with me and you kept on following my foot print where I was selfish to look at you. It pinches my mind every day because you would say the things that were always in my eyes and I hate that. Most probably I blamed myself because I saw you suffering in each words I said but don’t know why you felt it so good. You tell me that you like to be in pain because there is reason to live but I am too weak to be in pain. I don’t know why tear comes in my eyes when I think about you.  When you are far away I just think if I can be in your arm and cry as much as I can and let you know I am also in love with you and may be more than you do. Those times never came and I am just hoping one day life will be easier for both of us because I will marry not other than you which I promised in front of the god. Once it was easy for me to let you go but now even if everyone goes and if you are there for me I can survive completely. I just think I will bring back all the happiness for you because I had let you feel the worst of all my love. I have seen the truth in your eyes that used to confuse me all the time. I may not love the way you expect but I will do from what I understand and I hope you will like it because I will never be selfish even if you go wrong.

There is a reason why I miss you every second. Our distance might be so far but I am in touch with your heartbeats that are missing me. Though time were less those time but it’s me who failed to live completely even when you were trying your best. What to do I was afraid to fall in love with you because I felt I would hurt my parents if I do in such young age. Though I was innocent and stubborn to your feelings but today what I understand is that you were the right one who fell for me. It’s not a joke for me anymore as I have known you more than I knew myself.

Today I am missing you and I do not know what feelings are meant to be. I just feel you were with me hugging me and telling stories of great love.

Your comet

If I had seen such words I would reply it before and give her courage to all roots of her love. If only I had known that she used to love me when we were far away once then I would have never hurt myself in silence. But god played a good role in my silence to let her fall in love with me even though I never knew it unless after several years. I just used to feel that it was one sided love. Even when I was damn down to earth I used to feel happy and contend for what I considered her. I just met her and felt good to love her. She went away and I loved in distance without any words. This was the time I used to write a letter called “life after you” which is titled with “my first love, whom I call my wife”. It was hardest of time and the best of the wisdom. This period taught me more than anyone could teach me. World was going around all the time giving me the best touch of the days. Living such life with one who let us experience a love is the best surviving I ever found.

I think I will not write it more, because I have not loosed her, she didn’t die and yet I have never seen my daughter because I am not married. I am just trying to know how important she is for me if I lose her. Though I want daughter but I have known myself that even if I have it is not going to fill my happiness. I think a lot about my wife and I don’t know how she does for me so no more fairies because future might become what I have never thought. To be continued,,,,,

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