My son finishes a page of sums in a flash but takes eternity to do his writing work. I keep telling him, "Hurry up a bit ...how would you feel if you are the last one to finish in class....how would you feel if everyone finishes their work and you are still writing in the recess...etc."

One day in midst of the my lecture he looks at me and says, "Mamma why do you always want me to finish first? Everyone cannot finish first. Someone has to finish last right?"

A few minutes over a drink

They were meeting each other after a couple of years.. They had a less than an hour to catch up over a drink. Both with little time on hand, both tired with pending errands to be completed. There was a comfort level but a little akwardness too. The sort of thing that develops when your lives have gone separate ways, independent of each other. Yet you want to keep the connection going - in memory of what is was decades ago.

Ray fish

You

Deep down in your heart
You believe I repent
You think you know
For you know me so well
Yet it tortures you that you could not guess
How my mind worked that summer
And you may spend a whole life time tying to
Figure out what went wrong in understanding me…
May be you were too busy loving me

Where my dream takes me

This interior of a house comes in my dream very often. Usually, I am walking around the house…especially the guest area which is not really a room but a part of the living room partitioned by a glass folding door. There is also an extension of the apartment through a corridor but I go there only sometimes. This is the main area where I hang out when i visit this place.

I cannot remember ever having visited such a house ever in my life. The recurrence of the dream intrigues me.

She

She sat on her side of the bed, staring at the pink tablets in her palm. She had emptied all the packs. The phone has been ringing for some time now. She knew who was calling but could not move - as if spell bound by the monotonous rings…