Secrets Unraveled Or Tangled....Part 2

I rushed down, almost colliding with the girl....the box dropped of my hands to be caught by the busily texting niece.

A cursory glance at the contents and a shrieking "where did you get these??" ...another lie...."My husband's valentine gift." and an afterthought "Do you live nearby?"... "Naah, visiting for the Hols" was the bored reply. “Where is your Aunt?" was sidetracked by “Which one? Mita Aunt is here too".

I, like others, had forgotten the twin who has drifted off after expulsion from business school. Classmates’ items had been found in her room. “What was he thinking? OMG! Elves are soooo 2009..." was the least of my worries....

My Holiday View

Since every other shop in Coimbatore seems to be decked in  Xmas colours with a live Santa here and there....thought I'll have my nephews try a hand at decorations too....

Haiku 4

The winter this year /

not as chilly as in years past /

global warming, then ? //

Haiku 3

 Mirrors never lie / 

what the eye sees displeases me / 

nothing stays the same //

Secrets

It was an overheard conversation that brought me here....a visit to my best friend from school. I was on vacation, back at the town where I grew up. I had to stifle the rumours….like before. Felt dirty, sneaking and searching like this. An involuntary gasp of shock escaped my lips when I opened the shoebox and saw the pointy-toed shoes...the expensive pair that went missing from the display at Doshi Uncle’s store. Guilt overwhelmed me…Were I and Shruti wrong in foolishly believing, shielding her often, long ago? The question haunted me as I went down the stairs to confront her

# 21 Random Musings For The Day

Does walking backwards give you a better view ??? or does seeing the world on the wrong tracks make you feel right ???

Reminders

The boxes were scattered around....some taped, some randomly filled up. She glanced at the small cardboard box lying at the far end of the drawer. Pulled it out, opening an assortment of things electrical: plugs, wires, tools and then those...

For four years they lay unused, two deaths, a bitter fight and a marriage ensured that they gathered dust....

This year was no different. They were shifting house, the bin of tangled up holiday lights were packed off with a glance and sigh. The tiny bulbs looked on sadly, awaiting the  day to blink and twinkle to their heart's content.

Haiku 2

 Tiny limbs massaged /
 trembling hands reach for coffee /

 march, granny 84 //

Hidden

 They hear my laughter,

they see me cringe and cry

I fought, then gave in....

not a soul, try as they might, can

 see the real me die inside...

(Tanka is a Japanese prose/poetry form of 5 lines with 31 syllables...5-7-5 // 7-7 format. )

Haiku 1

Scolded and then caned /

can of kerosene and match /

the ashes of a child //