Posted in Random Thoughts

My moon and star

I went to the moon to see the noon;

But she wasn’t home;

So I waited and the stars came out;

So sky I plucked them from.

I wove some into a dress and

buttoned the moon tight;

To night I returned the rest and

wore the dream until light.


Author’s note: I wrote this piece for my daughter while I was helping her with a piece of school poetry. I was just trying to teach her how poetry can help us express our desires–an attempt she refuted by reminding me “Who will ever wear a dress made out of stars?”

She watches Doctor Binocs and knows more that she should. Sigh! Knowledge can be so glaring, it is blinding.

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Family that sneezes together

If you go looking for the meaning of the word “Joint Family”, you will probably find phrases like, a group of blood-related families that live together 🏠, eat together πŸ₯˜ and pray together πŸ™. But trust me, a joint family is the one that sneezes together 🀧.

India has an abundance of joint families and not nearly big enough houses.

Even if the house is big enough, no one is content to stay in their portion. They must all converge in one or the other rooms and share gossip πŸ—¨οΈ. The fact that they eat together is not enough. They often have stuff πŸ”¨ strewn πŸ”§ around πŸ₯» the πŸ‘• house–with so much of borrowing that just one cellophane tape can do several complete circles of the house, visiting every room on its way, before the actual owner goes and buys another πŸ’΅, rather than trying to track 🐾 it down.

And then, there are the kids πŸ‘§πŸ‘¦. They are everywhere ⛹️, playing in every room 🀸, strewing their stuff ⚽ in everyone’s 🎾 space πŸ₯with precise division ⚾, so no one feels left out. They run around the floor 🀾 without shoes and jump on every bed πŸ›οΈ.

At night, there is no space πŸ₯Ž big ⚽ enough 🏐 where πŸ“ you πŸ€ wouldn’t 🏈 step ⚾ on a toy πŸ‰ that doesn’t belong to your own child. So one careless nightly trip from bedroom to bathroom can make you owe all the kids in the house a new toy each.

If you are brave enough to piggyback one, there is an entire line waiting for their turn, regardless of the age and weight.

And when one nose runs…

You can’t keep them away from each other. They will find an excuse to break all the rules you set out about quarantine, go meet their sick cousin and kiss him on the cheek to comfort him. And then you will have your hands full with a whole bunch of kids, all down with fever at the same time. All the while, all the elders will be down with fever too, because who can resist kissing a child who is unwell? Especially if he has walked in every room telling everyone he is unwell and sneezing as a proof.

So, if a joint family is really joint, it is the one that sneezes together.

I would know. I live in just such a family who is sneezing together at the moment. And I wouldn’t trade it for all the gold in the world! 😊

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Exaggeration and me

For many years now, my husband has pointed out my love for drama or theatrics. Not that I act on stage…I just catastrophize every thing, right from my maid being late upto my daughter not putting on weight to her school teachers not knowing fractions properly, everything is a catastrophe requiring proper lamenting.

Exaggeration has always been my friend. My husband feels it is the woman in me.

I disagree!

It is the writer in me!

My love for exaggeration comes from my hyperactive mind looking for stories in everyday life. My lizards have a life and mosquitoes too. Unlike his boring world where these ‘things’ just exist, in my world, they have a life–they go on adventures, fall in love, fight epic wars…and face catastrophe. Because what is a story without a challenge?

People tell me that I always had a way of saying things and telling tales about the regular and the absurd…it is my skewed perspective! And I love it!

Do you have any similar traits?

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Free Story Books

Hi folks of the world, I have decided to give a couple of my short stories collections away for free.

To find them, click the Free Books tab in the Menu. Or you can select the link here. Note that they are in PDF format: https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/free-books/

The only request is to write a review either on Goodreads, Facebook, Instagram or X, or in the comments here if you are not on social media.

Please remember to share these free books far and wide. I am not taking this offer back, so it is eternally open for the entire world (or as long as WP allows 🀣).

Thanks a ton for sticking around. I will let you know once I release other books.

Happy Reading!

Posted in Painting, Random Thoughts

The Pro

A month back, I and my 8-year-old daughter had a drawing competition. The challenge was paint a dog without looking at it. I asked her to allow me to look at a picture since I am not good at animal drawing.

At first, she was unwilling to bend rules since the whole point was painting by memory.

But after some negotiation (“I will not play with you anymore!”), I was allowed a brief look (“Okay, fine! But only 10 seconds!”).

I quickly pulled out a doggy pic from Google and concentrated at it for 10 second. My daughter counted seconds in the background, declining the offer to look at it herself (“I don’t cheat like you!”). Then the picture was closed.

It took me 10 minutes to draw the picture directly with sketch colours (since I was too busy to use pencil first. Here it is.

If you think it was cheap of me to force an 8-year-old girl to allow me to cheat during a competition, you should look at what she drew using just her memory.

There was no competition–She is a pro, I am still learning!

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Humsaya | Urdu | Poetry

Pur-yaqiin thi joh aa gayi tere jahaan me,

Is jahaan ko par mera yaqiin na hua.

Baithi hu ab waapasi ke intezar me,

Pas-e-aaina par koi mutaqiin na hua.


Translation:

Trusting, I entered your world;

Your world but did not believe me.

Wait in front of the mirror I must;

For no one trusting to pull me within.


Author’s note: Urdu poetry is usually a bit obscure, often containing meaning that isn’t on the surface. Here, the piece dwells on the concept of how everyone sees one’s outer-shell in front of the mirror, but behind the mirror, the true-self is trying to break out.

So, when a true-self manages to show herself, the world doesn’t believe her to be real, telling her that she must control herself as before. And now that she wishes to go back behind the mirror, the mirror doesn’t trust her to allow her to return.

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Requesting prayers

Earlier this year, I was complaining about how it rains all year in India, except the rainy season. Apparently, Nature has taken upon itself to prove the likes of me wrong.

This year, we have had relentless rains during the rainy seasons leading to many landslides across the country. The result was massive destruction and loss of countless lives. Those who survived have lost homes and livelihood.

The entire state of Punjab has been flooded since it receives water from five rivers. And it is not the only one. Thousands of hectares of crops have perished, including those right outside my city. From my third storey rooftop, I can see river Yamuna swelling to the point that I can’t see the other shore, drowning all the crops of the local farmers.

Considering that farming is the primary vocation in India, the loss can lead to starvation of farmers. We are all heading towards a time when cost of food, and hence cost of living, would shoot up tremendously and would be beyond the means of millions of those people who lost everything except their lives.

My prayers go with these people and we are all trying to see what we can do to help them.

Posted in Fiction, Random Thoughts

Something

Scared by the darkness,

She looked back. Nothing.

Something told her, her shadow wasn’t following.

.

She couldn’t be sure–

It was too dark.

Surely she would know if her shadow was still her part…

.

She would feel it

Sticking to her shoe…

Certainly there would be something…a slight cue?

.

Unknown, unreasonable,

Fear crept in.

Panic filled up empty crevices within.

.

She rushed back

To the streak of light.

Her shadow was there the other night.

.

Travellers swear,

In car headlight,

A phantom dives under their speeding cars. Every night…


Author’s note: Some people working in graveyard shift in Gurgaon back in 2014 used to say that a phantom woman would dive under their car’s front wheels. Every night. Scary! 😨