preetha

  Wishes for elderly.....   Some news captures your heart.   One I spent sleepless nights was when I read about Nirbhaya (name given by media and society after the incident) many years back.   I was raising a girl and the news kind of hit me.   The panic and despair I felt were hard to comprehend.   The recent one that made me cry is about an 80 year old mom being abused by her daughter in law. The person who helped to bring the culprit in front of the law says she has behavioral problems. The culprit is a mother of two young girls, a teacher by profession and a daughter herself.   I kept wondering how one can be so cruel by even prohibiting an elderly mom to use a restroom in her own house along with physical abuse. I was raised in a household where grandparents are treated with the most respect. Their needs were prioritized than anything else. As children we were supposed to be on beck and call. My parents took care of my maternal grandpare...

  Scars   One by one it builds up. Some visible and some cut through the heart Longing for a balm that soothes. But there is none!   Some are etched forever, some fades. New ones take over to thicken the skin. Trying to walk steadily with the stumbling steps. But it is hard to break the fall!   Courage creeps up like a bamboo shoot. Giving wings to fly far and beyond. Hoping for that strength to soar From the hell of pain and loneliness.

  Reflections A lot crosses my mind when I decided to scribble my thoughts after the death of my father. Shall I write about him? Though it seems the right topic a doubt creeps into my head wondering how many people who know him could relate to what I write apart from the common characteristics that my dad is known for.   It was a beautiful autumn evening in Oct when I received a call from home informing me my dad had suffered a stroke.   The initial moments of panic gave way to strategic approaches to bring the situation under control though there was a looming gloom that kept telling me this was not going to end well. A whirlwind of emotions, a trip to plan and the fear that comes with uncertainty were hard to handle.     Every person who lives far away from their parents can relate the fear of not reaching them on time.   What awaits us: a frozen body, a body supported by ventilator or a breathing one whose limbs are warm to touch to give a sen...