Homemaker

He was about to go out when she interrupted, “Best of Luck for the meeting. Come, I will get for you a bowl of curd and sugar for good luck.”

“Don’t you know I don’t like to be called while going out,” he sneered.

“I am just asking you to do so for your own success,” she reasoned.

“Please don’t think about me and do your own work,” he angrily replied, “I haven’t married you so that you could become a hassle for me.”

“I am just trying to keep you happy,” she said in a teary voice.

“If you want to keep me happy, just do what you are asked to do.”
“And don’t cry in front of me.”

“A burden… yes, that is what she is,” he mumbled to himself, leaving for the office, without giving a single glance to his weeping wife.

“Why?”
“Why can’t he love me?”
“Why can’t he just accept me?”
“I was not married off to live a life like this.”

She cried and asked the open air, these questions and then cried even more.

Wiping away her tears after a few minutes, “I must not let these thoughts come to my mind,” she told herself.

“These are demonic thoughts.”
“I must respect my husband. He is everything I have got.”
“I should try harder to please him and continue to do so even if he doesn’t pay any attention towards me.”
“I am a wife and I must fulfill my duty as the homemaker.”

She had all but forgotten the ill-treatment she was subjected to by her own husband and went off to the kitchen to prepare the meal for the day.

Do I want to be Depressed?

Again the confusion sets in

bringing forth the agony

I’m not so familiar with.

It is just all about that nagging

in the mind, continuous nagging,

trying to get my attention,

seeking the truth from me-

Do I want to be depressed?

What is writing to me?

Many people have asked me- What is writing to me?

Well, that’s a very simple question with a very complex answer which is dynamic in nature.

Writing- writing is writing to me. What else could have been the best answer to this particular question?”

“To write is writing”- would it be the better answer?”

Well, I haven’t put much thought to it but I think I should.

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is passion, the passion to mark my words with something I feel deeply attached with. It is the passion that helps me in incorporating my thoughts in some identifiable shape which are otherwise always messed up. Writing is the passion which helps me deal with the situations in daily life. Writing- the passion to achieve the highest limit I can think of achieving to come out as a better person, a better interpreter. Writing is the passion for me to strive, struggle to reach that limit and then, set an even higher limit to achieve.

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is knowing, knowing myself in a better way. I can never realize rather I will never realize who I am as an individual if there was an absence of writing in my life. Writing is the way of knowing the hidden thoughts deeply set up in the intricate structures of my mind which I can only know while writing by putting them in appropriate words. Writing is the way for me to know my ambitions, what I want to achieve in life. What I write is real- my writing denotes the real me. Writing, therefore, is a way of knowing everything I want to know. That is the easiest way I can formulate all this much into.

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is expressing, expressing myself to me. Well, expressing myself in general is knowing myself. But sometimes it becomes so much difficult to know yourself even through writing, it is the time when you have to express yourself without giving a second-thought to what comes to your mind from within your heart, you just write and write- thereby expressing yourself. It is such a beautiful exercise but deeply addicting- it may be of great significance but may be it would show you the side of yourself that you couldn’t know- the side which had been hiding which all of a sudden sprints out, the resultant thoughts may not be so pleasant.

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is reading, reading what I want to read. Now that is surely going to confuse you. But yes, its true. It isn’t complex. Writing to me is reading- when I want to read something, give a vent to my thoughts reading something peculiar to my interests, then there is nothing better to read but my own creations. So, writing is a way of reading and amusing myself by way of reading what I write. Easy?

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is compulsion, compulsion to write. It compels to write- writing compels me to write. As I have earlier written that writing has dynamic meanings for me- hence, particularly even though when I don’t want to write- the germ of writing that I am rearing in me compels me to write. Once you keep on writing, it doesn’t always come out to be a leisure activity- sometimes, it becomes compulsory for you to write for no reason in particular at all. I have to write, that means I have to write- that comes out to be a message from the inner-self with no explanation, no reasoning.

What is writing to me?

Well, writing to me is passion, way of knowing and expressing myself, it is reading to me and henceforth, it is a compulsion to me.

Do tell:- What is writing to you? What does it mean to you?