On the way back home from work, I was
hooked up to the song Bin Tere Kya Hai Jeena of the movie Woh Lamhe. The song felt
so dearly and apt for my current situation that I started missing the special
someone of my life even more…to the verge of tears as the lines goes on
Suni Khali Raatein
Rootie Feeki Baatein
Har Ahat Per Chowkun
Tujko Har Suu Dekhon
Tujko Har Dum Sochon
Tujko Har Pal Chaahon
Tere Bin To Jeevan Mera Hai Intezaar
Bin Tere Kya Hai Jeena
Bin Tere Kya Hai Jeena
Yes, Rag is away for couple of days
leaving me with the freedom to enjoy my space. I am irritated when he floods
the washroom floor, messes with neatly stacked wardrobe, spills the food, glues
to news channel, ignores my call yet happily munches on chips. He takes my
frustration to the level of pulling out my hair. But when he is away, spic
& span washroom teases me, TV bores me, and food tastes bland …as if
someone has taken the fragrance out of flowers.
I don’t enjoy the freedom, I starve to be in his arms and restlessly
count the days. If not this, then what is love? I end up feeling lucky for
having enough loving ones around me
unlike
the janitress at our office. She is
pretty and pink, humming songs and always greeting with a bright smile. She
would be just like any other passerby of my life if I had not known the pain
behind her smiles. She came to work in UAE around seven years ago and since
then not visited her home country. She has not seen her kids & parents who
are back home as she is busy in earning bread to feed them. She could not see
her mom when she was sick nor when she took her last breath. She used the
flight fare to buy land for cremating her mom while she stayed back holding
silent tears. She hopes to see and hug her dead mom atleast in dreams but ends
up having sleepless nights. She is forced to stay back and earn to look after
her children and all she has is Hope, to see them happy and settled.
Life is not fair to everyone. There are
people who live on alms and sleep on roads. Some are orphans and some are
forced to live like one. You are lucky if you have a caring hand and loving
heart. So cherish each blessing and live like a happy child. This is a note to
myself not to whine about every silly
thing but to appreciate my gifts. So, once Rag is back, I hope to forgive him
for his childishness and lock him forever in my arms.
Ashwini.
Link to the mentioned song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peOXHak8YjE
