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The Journey for a Sister

I barely managed to grab the plane home. Home, the phrase sounded unsure in my mouth, as I turned it over on my tongue. I was basically running back to see my mom. Home was incidental.
I was born with wheels. My parents kept on moving around with their jobs. I saw quite a few homes, but never home. The only family I knew was my parents and my sister. There were uncles, aunts, cousins whom I met annually; they were festival persons, never family. 
But this time, Mom has returned to our home town, settled in the house we have built, a building I can dubiously call home. My uncle and aunt stays close by with their two children. I have been hearing how my uncle and aunt, and especially the daughter made sure my mom felt at home in home. Practically, she made home home for mom.
So, I was going home. But I knew I was going to my mom. I'll meet everyone. 
(Aside, even though I have never felt home, I have always been, ever since I was a kid, looking for the one person I can accept as my sist…

Love & Other Things

"And my conclusion was this: that as you go on living with someone, you slowly lose the power to make them happy, while your capacity to hurt them remains undiminished. And vice versa, of course." Mme Wyatt

How true it is ! Wait a minute. How true it is? Or, is it true? 

Is it just another way of saying familiarity breeds contempt? May be I am making it very simplistic. Simple is something that Talking It Overis not.

Though Ipicked the book looking for a light read after finishing Barbarians at the Gate. That is a different book, different post. But suffice to say that though a real engaging read, it is not an open-read-shut-over kind of book. You keep on mulling over it for sometime to come. So, right after finishing reading the book, and still reeling under the facts in it and trying to judge it maybe, I looked for something light to engage my eyes. And though much abused a genre, love stories still deliver on this, if you choose carefully enough. 

Julian Barnes managed to dis…

To Climb the Mountain

To climb a mountain requires special skills in using ropes, harnesses, crampons, hammers, hooks etc. One has to acquire these skills through a regime of constant training. One also requires physical training to build stamina, flexibility, balance etc. These are the easiest parts.

The hardest part is learning to climb over the mountains of fear, lack of faith and trust that exist inside our minds and hearts. The constant doubt which goes on telling us that this mountain is not for us to climb, it is too high, too slippery, too unconquerable. Learning to overcome these treacherous hills of doubts which curbs our climb is the most important, most vital aspect of a mountaineering expedition.
It is indispensable to become a successful mountain climber.
It is the same with most other things in life.

Words, Beings & Relationships

The more close to a person we feel...the more we care for someone...the more we think of someone as our own...the more dear someone becomes...when someone becomes really our own and knows it for a fact, we have to become all the more careful in our conduct, our choice of words, and how we use those words.

There's too much of understanding. But at the same time, there is too much of emotional openness, emotional tenderness, and emotional vulnerability here.

Even a pin-prick goes like a stab right at the nerve joints.

We can be wounded vitally, in the cardinal areas, only by those whom we love.

And we always feel secure knowing that they too know that truth; and care for us enough, love us so much as to not do that murderous act or hurt us anywhere else either.

Something that pass off as a momentary lapse in others, really takes the appearance of a betrayal in the action of a dear one. 

It is not the act really. 

But what comes to be expected of us, because of our implicit promise of under…