Today everything turned out to be different.Morning saw a bout of showers, very unusual during this part of the year. As the day advanced, the temperature did not increase, another peculiar symptom.Sundays ,are rest days for me,for that matter almost all days are same to me, No work, no apprehension, no agitation, no palpitation, no hurry,and no worry, mark my daily chores. It is calm, peace , contentment that go to make my routine. Kindly do not mistake it to be inertia. It is a simple life, lead unnoticed, in a small corner,willing to help out the really needy and desperate.
I am deviating from my track, I am supposed to talk about my day out. This appointment is another dissimilar conduct of mine. Going out is the most unpleasant thing for me. I would prefer to sit at home and spend hours together reading subjects that interest me, listening to music which lifts me aloft and do some writing,unmindful, whether it makes sense or not.
A very fanciful prompt pushed me to dine out today afternoon.My husband was curious and looked at me with disbelief when I put forth this idea. He put me into the car ,and drove to a Hotel at once, for fear that I would change my mind . While we e were having lunch , a burly looking man came and sat beside me. I ,as every woman feels, slightly pushed to the corner of my seat. He opened out, crying Meena “how are you?. It is nearly 35 -40 years since I saw you ‘, he blurted out. ‘As you were walking down the aisle, I recognised you.I could not resist calling you, then you crossed me without a slight recollection of my identity. My brother , beside me , confirmed that it is you, so I rushed towards you.”
I felt a litle displeased with myself. Cursing my memory. I looked straight into the eyes of the two men, took a deep sight.” Oh ., I got it “, I shouted in glee. “You are Farroq and the other one is Haniff.” We all broke out in laughter.The memories of my school days gushed in . Haniff , the younger one was a Tom boy, Farooq was a milder of the two.They recalled my Bharathanatyam recitals in school, my elocution skill in inter school debates, and innocently queried whether I dance now? I wanted to bang them both, as now I feel a gnawing pain in my knees, and stagger to walk. But , I refrained from doing so, as all the three of us were carried back to the days of our childhood. We were totally oblivious to the fact that we have become grand parents, and for an hour revelled in conversation about our school. about our pranks, about our friends.and about our teachers ,who have taught us and sculpted us to become responsible citizens.
We finally decided to meet often . I became cheerful after the meeting. My husband , the worldly wise ,commented ” I can find a sea of difference in you . You appear rejuvenated. That is why , I ask you to come out and meet people. But you always refuse. “. I butted in saying , Well it is easy to preach than to practise”. The day unusual became usual, as we started our wordy dual.
Meenas Poems 