Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Memories of yesterday

Sometimes, after going through a tough time, a time when you forget to breathe or bathe, listen to commiserations and prayers, hear out pleas and platitudes, run through reserves of promises and tears, when you are somewhat out of it; at least enough to know that as long as there’s life, there’s hope. When you come to that stage when you are spent and look back at what happened, with fury or peace, and you remember... that while every one was there for you... no-one hugged.

Except, there were these:

The embrace of a storm. The warmth of a womb.

2 comments:

Jay Sun said...

Reminds me of what i had come across some time back - "everything will work out in the end...if it has not worked out...it is not yet the end !!! "... :)

DewdropDream said...

Very very apt... and very succinct... and a very apt comment that Jay Sun wrote there :) I admire and nevy you... coz you have thoughts you don't hesitate to share... way to go :)

P.S: the aloo ki sabzi?? He loved it!!! try making it with garam masala... it tastes wonderful!!!