Wednesday, November 19, 2014

A Missed Touch

It had been two months, two very long months since Pete left for an assignment in Lucerne. Autumn had turned to winter bringing the holidays along. Yes, it had been that long, a season had changed since he had gone while Mary waited, waited for him to be back.

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Yes, there were calls, text messages, video chats too but then it wasn't the same. She knew. And he knew too.

However, it was only when they were alone, in the silence of their own thoughts, that they realized how much they longed for each other.

Lying down on a cold, single bed Pete missed Mary curling up against him. Their very own jigsaw puzzle.

‘How I wish you were here to annoy me with you constant hugs Mary’ Pete thought every night. This feeling of absence, of being incomplete never seemed to let go of him. Her innocent touch, a pat on his bag back or just a kiss, he realized was what got him through most days.

Mary felt the same thing. She missed Pete walking up to her in the kitchen, sneaking up almost and hugging her from behind. His scent, the feeling of her back against his broad chest and the peck on her cheek, she missed them all. Just thinking about all these made her realize how empty her life was without him, how meaningless in so many ways.

‘Just come back Pete’ she murmured sitting in front of the television but not really watching it. The pictures and sounds were inaudible to her for she was in a different world, one where Pete's thoughts latched onto her.

It was the bell that finally shook her off her open eyed reverie. Keeping the remote aside she walked up to the door and removed the safety chain. Pete had asked her to be careful. He worried about her living alone while he was away. He hated leaving her alone even if he knew well that she could take care of herself.

It was late and she wasn't expecting anybody. So while turning the door knob she kept thinking who could it be?

Maybe because it was so unexpected that as soon as she pushed the door she froze. She stood dumbfounded at the sight of the man standing outside the door.

“Pete?” she mumbled and a smile appeared on her lips, one that had been missing for a long time. He stepped inside and keeping the bags down stood beside her. She could feel his breath on her face.

Slowly, almost in a trance, he pulled her close, placed his hands on her waist. And as they walked inside, waltzing their way to music which only they could hear, Pete whispered ‘I missed you. I missed your simple touch Mary.”

Tears appeared in the corner of her eyes as he then touched her cheeks softly, hugged her as he had never to make up for all those days they had been apart, devoid of that simple comforting touch that spoke of their love, their very own great boundless love. 

Pete had come back to bring back the security of that touch that he had himself been missing terribly, to bring back that feeling in their lives that made everything worthwhile. The touch of care, the touch of being there for each other. The beautiful and satisfying feeling of being just a touch away and not too far.


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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

I've Got Something Important to Say...

I’ve got nothing to say!

I have been gaping at a blank word document for over an hour now. Well, maybe not continuously, but it has certainly been open behind applications waiting for me to Alt-Tab my way towards it. But today I just can’t seem to think of something, in fact anything, to write on. Yes, apparently today I have got nothing at all to say. But hold that thought for a moment. If my mind is really blank in terms of a post just like an old, abandoned building why is it then that I feel this sudden, strong urge to write? Why this compulsion to type something important, maybe even be part of a change in a small way?

Think. Think. Think Naba!

Train journeys. I think one of the best ways to experience India is by travelling in a train. So much to see, so much diversity right from the compartment to the word the train passes by. When I was maybe 4 or 5 years old I remember travelling from Kolkata to Chennai in the Coromandel Express. It was my first train journey. And it is during that that I has for the first time seen people defecating in the open. Of-course, I didn't understand the implications of that then. How could I? I was just a child. It was all giggles and yucks for me at that point. But it changed later as realization and maturity dawned.

As years passed by, during several of my journeys I realized that open defecation is something that is not a strange practice in the villages of India. Makes me wonder actually about how fortunate we are. I cannot even imagine living in a place with no toilets around, no privacy or hygiene for that matter. But in the India that I live in now, in the India that you live in now, there are people who have no option but for this. The statistics are scary and shameful for a nation such as ours. 597 million people defecating in the open. Can you believe it? Strangely, I can.

Women. It gives me jitters considering that women in villages too suffer as a result of this. It’s an assault on their self-respect but it’s not their fault, is it? I think this is a blotch on our dignity as a nation as well. Don’t you think so too? We cannot even ensure toilets to our people. Is this the kind of development and progress we boast of? Is that how incompetent we are? I surely think we can do better than this.

There are people who don’t have enough to eat. They don’t have the money or resources to feed their children either. Hence, it’s not really their fault that investing in a toilet is not even a secondary consideration for them. It is for us to contribute in any way we can. Yes, it really is.

There are so many problems associated with open defecation. Off the top of my head, it’s just not conducive to health at all. Then there are problems associated with going out in the middle of the night to fields which could be dangerous in different ways. Snakes for example or imagine going out in the rainy season.

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If finance is made available, then it’s possible to bring down the number from 597 million to zero. It may, and will, certainly take time but it’s not unattainable. Conceivable, I think, is the word if we all, each one of us, join hands.

So tell me will you join me as I, along with many others, march towards this dream, actually a very achievable reality?

If yes, you can do so by taking part in the ‘Your Click Domex Contributes’ Campaign at

Just with a single click you can affect change in the lives of millions of kids. All you need to do is “click” on the “Contribute Tab” on and Domex will contribute Rs.5 on your behalf to eradicate open defecation, thereby helping kids live a dignified life.

Go clicking my friends!

Toilet for all! Hope, Health & Hygiene for all!

And yes I guess I did have a lot to say, didn't I?

Monday, November 17, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 12: Reassuring Mondays

It’s been a hectic day at office today. Sometimes I wonder if the universe knowingly contrives to make my Mondays the hardest. But again it depends on the kind of people one has to deal with, doesn't it? In my case, let’s just say they are among the worst one could find in the corporate world. 

However, from my post last Monday I did realize one thing, not everyone detests this day as much as I and a few others do. So it is for the latter especially that I dedicate the post today.

Some wonderful quotes on life to cheer us up on this Monday?

Sounds good? 

A positive start to another long week, what say?

I really like quotes for they bring about a sense of reassurance that one often needs to go through life on any particular day. Hence, I share some here for you.

'It's not what we have in life, but who we have in our life that matters.'

'Never put the key to your happiness in somebody else's pocket.'

'It might take a year, it might take a day, but what's meant to be will always find its way.'

'Build the bridge to your destiny and now!'

'Love your whole story even if it hasn't been the perfect fairy tale.'

'I'm too busy working on my own grass to notice if yours is greener'

Hope some of them were able to make you smile :)

Have a great week ahead folks.



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