Giving Wings To Dreams

A sudden knock from the past has brought back trillions of memories of the bright beautiful days gone by, gone by as if with a blink of an eye. So much was left to be done and undone, So much was left to be said and heard. The time when there were no hurries and no worries,  When mom of two teens was herself a teen. When book of life had only rights, When fights with friends and siblings was the tastiest spice. When examinations were all about texts, and life had no stress. When there were no such terms like what about next. Sun or storm could never harm since shield was our bereaved father's strong arm. Kitchen at that time was rather than being present days' battlefield  was a treasure house as it had no dearth of delicacies cooked by our sweet mom. When there was no fear of fiery looks or strong judgements.  When a simple statement wasn't considered slip of tongue or audacity. When each and every gesture was ignored and never invited biting tongues. When there was no p...

Health , wealth, happiness and eternal bliss is tied on every brother's wrist with a thread of trust. Thread of trust that is more precious and prestine than the costliest gems or jewels. A silent prayer is woven on every brother's wrist to protect him from evil eyes. The bond between sisters and brothers is cemented with the sacred thread of trust. Sweet, bitter and naughty memories of the childhood,  Heated ,loud and strong arguments of the teenage, Fears and phobias, joys and sorrows , secrets and adventures of the youth, Responsibilities and liabilities,ups and downs of the later stages all are shared with the thread of trust. An assurance is credited that far or near the hand with thread of trust is there to wipe sisters' tears. Once every year all relations go in the background and bond between siblings is garlanded with the bright colours of the thread of trust.  From home, city , some other state , distant land or may be from heaven at times a promise is kept to gua...