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Being humane

Every dawn dooms with wail


I never opine but in my daze,

For I am human, humane.

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The last smile

She sat there one night, pages of burden clustered around her. Burden, for the others. She ain't got no fear of stage. The next day was her tedious yet short presentation. A business plan competition. She had come up with an ingenious plan, to outwit the established plan holders and impress the jury in her favour. It was 3:00 in the morning, she was exhausted but still jotting down her stronger points, budgeting down the cost, churning in the income and tracing out the losses of the possible business presentation. When she saw her concerned mother looming out of the dark, her lips traced an understanding smile. The mother plunged back int sleep after brewing a hot cup of coffe for the tireless 'she'.

It was the morning. She was up and ready, her eyes sore but delighted on the thought of that day. She put on her best smile, her best suit and a unique pair of golden hoops that reflected her shining intellect. She rode down to the conference hall with confidence looming in h…

The smells that lacquered 'HOME'.

Turning smelly air into smiley takes a lot of time and effort. But my mother and my grandmother were harbingers of tidying our home and enravelling mystical aroma into the air. I strongly associate some fond memories of my grandmother when I think about the different smells that unfurl at home.

Every morning when I used to wake up by 9:00 AM as a kid, the first person I used to almost see was my grandma. She would be cutting vegetables for my mum to cook. The aroma of turmeric from her golden yellow skin used to waft in the air. When she calls me for bath and to apply turmeric on me, I used to runaway fearing the rabid yellow stains that my face will suffer. But I secretly steal a pinch of the yellow powder just to smell the pungent smell of it. 
My grandfather was a voracious reader. When the clock strikes 6, he used to eagerly look forward to the arrival of the paper boy with his favourite 'The Hindu' news journal. When he reads the newspaper, I used to sit on his lap and s…