Showing posts with label familial life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label familial life. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

LOVE TO BE RENEWED IN THE MIDDLE AGE OF ONE’S LIFE


Hrish has some conversation with a lady in a social web site. When he heard of her liking of another friend, in the same web site, he feels wild, and events around him are changed to see the break of continuity of flow of talking, and he becomes a typical man, yet a good feeling of love has occurred in him, and keeps himself cool.  And he does not like to talk much with his wife, as his wife becomes some kind of unnoticed mood of interest about her husband, and she likes to be absorbed in own works at home.

Hrish is a little grown up man than his wife, both being middle aged, and they perform strait living in a married life for twenty five years. They have a son who also gets married, and the family is in smooth condition of life and familial life with no excitement. His wife is so absorbed in domestic work that she has hardly any time to talk with her husband, besides being eager to look after this adult boy to take meals, works, dresses, sleeps, and social binding works in proper way. And there grows a gap between them, yet they live with a happy smiling on their lips. Hrish does not think of the work in the domestic front, as he was most of the time living in outside home in a distant town for earning money.

Hrish feels living like staying in a frying pan, in the feeling of love, and his wife also becomes domestic workhouse, which revolves round his work culture, and a gap is created in the deep contention, a dry route of passage is built while walking through green paddy fields, a feeling of loneliness, that grows very deeply inside both minds, and this gap cannot be seen from outside.  This way they passed many years in the shade of dry madness of love between husband and wife. Then Hrish comes in a social web site, and in the form of friendship, he makes expressions of his feeling, that, in normal way, shows some kind of soft corner of intent, and new lady friend also wants a greater longing of  gladness, as she feels the loneliness in absence of her husband’s maturity, because she never likes his mediocre personality, although her husband is a very progressive minded man having a substantial pay package.  And she thinks her husband feels the snow beneath which cool water is flowing that does not resemblance to her condition, and automatically the talking times with the new friend grows more than what was earlier.  

Hrish one day finds himself in a tizzy when his lady friend does not reply to his first greeting word, “Hello.”

Right to the surprise, he just makes a sound of words, “You move like a pirate. You do not respond me, and you look different.”

But there is no answer, and from the wall of her appearance with signals of green dot on her name, it indicates she is present in the talking zone, and after a few  minutes, she left, and he reconciles awkward. And his words typed become funny, and have no listeners.

Hrish becomes puzzled with such behavior of his lady friend who is so long a single lady to say something of his untold stories of the day, and she also finds some moments of hot discussions that brings her some gladness.

Moments after some words come out from the talking zone,
“Do not worry. I will talk you later on. I am busy now, as my old friend with kind heart and colorful desires calls me to yield in his grace. I have some talks with him now today. Tomorrow I will with you.”

Hrish just writes some words, “Oh! It is ridiculous. I thought I was your guy.” 

Monday, 20 February 2012

LIFE, LOVE AND FREEDOM


Today, I feel an empty mind, in that my wife is leaving home to see her ailing mother, and my right of living with her has such accordance to have a freedom to let her to see her mother earlier too, and now it is not the question why I feel a loneliness, but it is a centre of all round to the obligation and duty to let her go see an ailing mother and my duty also to visit her ailing mother, and that I do shortly, and earlier times, I have had many visits to my mother-in-law, and then I wrote a poem on her, too.


I am excited, too, at the same time. Excited to feel I am living in freedom a few days, as all members of my family are out of my house on different reasons. Yet I feel nervous when my wife repeatedly directs me what to do and what not to do in her absence, and particularly to keep my whole house in nice and tidy manner, that is, to keep everything that I use in her absence, in order of keeping them where it has to be taken out for my use. It is a difficult job for me, as I forget all when I am deeply thinking of my poems or when I am engaged in talking with friends in a social web site. Particularly I become more attentive in my writing, and then I forget to take my meals in time, that is served to me when my wife is at home. And her repeated sweet rebukes make me take my meal in a hurry at her time, not in the spill over time of my own. I like the feeling to keep me absorbed with stories on society, friends, and love.

Today, I feel sportive as the wind of some obligations of familial duty is absent, and a feeling of sweet breeze conveys to me to write and go on the shore that is cordial to my habits of endurance to feel free with life that is a glance of my mind to go through life’s part of existence and syllables. I think of my own, of my flights towards time zone that is not restricted now to me. It is a strange feeling. Here lies the difference between living in a familial life and living in a sectional freedom of familial life. Now I am a man of writing and reconciled wisdom, a grace of little liberation.