Diary of a pregnant woman

Your father loves you more than I ever can. He loves you from the first day you were in my stomach. His eyes beaming thinking of you coming out. If I’m not able to tell you how important and respectful person he is, know it now. He is my life.

I may have many times (in anger) said that I don’t want it. But he wants to give you so much love. He’s waiting for you and he will hold you so proudly and cheerfully and love you the mostest. Because of you, he loves me more.


Leather Free World

Whats worse than eating animals? Wearing animals. You are not filling your stomach but your pride, ego and ignorance. Animals in makeup, or as shoes or clothes, or like mobile covers or handbags/purses. Have some shame. Wear your own skin. Don’t rip someone elses skin to show of your money. Yes, you are rich enough to buy a Louis Vuitton. But you know whats cooler, donating that amount to charity. May be plant some trees. Show that off. Not your calf skinned belt and bag. Live free of leather. God has given you a life, live in peace.

Divaga and her beast

She walked her way to the stairs downwards. If a man were present, he could only lust for her and women couldn’t help but envy the enchanting sensuality. Not even a single pillar of all the hundreds of pillars she crossed by was touched to a slightest. She wouldn’t care to notice all gazing her. The minimum that the body was covered was all in noiseless jewellery than the clothes, but her soul seemed naked.

Before you could dare to look at her ecstatic eyes and shining shadow, an elegant beast will already be looking through you. Every step she took was followed by her tiger as ravishingly. This was a remarkable memory to her and the tiger every year. The feel of their chemistry cannot be expressed. Her’s was the most endearing presence, she met each and every woman and girl and they later on soaked in the glittery clear pool.

Each lady’s animal waited for their master, but the only tiger would accompany her for their bath. He would then carry away all the few things hiding her skin. And bring to her- her drape of pink and no metal. After the aroma steam, she would sit on her elephant and leave for the palace. Midnight she stood in the windy balcony, complaining yet regarding the 10th full moon as her hair swayed in rhyme with her simple attire and the tiger sat on the wide railing guarding and admiring her.


Missing World


Three little wonders of joy

Here are the pictures of an orphanage that I visited today.

There were 17 kids including 4 infants (three girls and a boy.) The baby boy is in hospital because of being left outside in the sun by his parents.  Baby girls are very cute and small, they look like 5 to 10days old. One of them woke up from her sleep, her cry was so little- one could barely hear.

There were 5 small kids. They were not one year old yet. All were sleeping except the two angels. With them slept one of their caretakers. Out of the two not-sleepy-heads, one was crying so much. She was hungry. The caretaker picked her by her hand, placed her outside the kitchen and handed her a little glass, filled it with milk. The girl kept crying. I feel sorry to write, the woman gave her a beating and two, till she heard me shouting, “don’t do that.” The child then drank her milk. Hardly nine months girl she was. She held her glass and drank by herself. She was not bottle fed or breast fed. All these little kids were sleeping on the floor.

There were little elder ones too. Eight probably. How many of them were actually orphan and how many were the kids of the caretakers, no one could tell.

Two kids couldn’t walk. Two were having cold, so couldn’t eat the ice cream we got them. One of the girls was smart. She called her care taker ‘Aunty’. She was not too mannered but asked me to bring her chips next time. I told her that I saw packet of chips and biscuits  somebody has left for them, but she insisted for me to get them myself. I wondered she was taught to talk in such way.

At the entrance of this compact house were kept toys and little rides like garbage.  My friend said that the orphanage is in the posh colony of the city, so all the money-headed parents leave their kids old stuff like garbage here. No one cares, not even the little ones of that suffocating house.

I missed those three little girls all the way home.