Inspirational, Inspirational Thoughts., Journal, Observation

Not all broken things are meant to be fixed!


It was early in the morning, I was about to start my work. When my two-year old came running to me with a broken toy. It was one of her favorite toy, a plastic green colored fish. She was hoping, I would fix it for her. It looked like broken forever, anyone could tell in one glance. My baby, a toddler found very hard to grasp the reality so easily, she kept nagging me to fix the toy for her.

It was a very simple incident that happens in every household now and then. But it hit me hard! Might be the green tea that I took in the morning awaken my muse!

An instant thought came along! Not all broken things are meant to be fixed!

Recently one of my friends gone through a very painful divorce. In moment of weakness she confessed that she was hoping that it would work but it didn’t. We all knew that was never going to work. It was broken forever. Like the toy, some relationships also never meant to be fixed. The sooner we understand, the better.

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The most difficult part is to have an understanding in relationship is whether ‘to work on’ or  ‘to move on’. Sometimes we knew it was over but we were hoping for a miracle because we didn’t know that there could be another life without this phase, this dream or this person.

But believe me there is! And there will be always. This is how life works!

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I lost many things in my life, I was almost broke more over a decade now. My dream was shattered and my hopes were gone. It was very dark phrase of life where I just gave up on life. Everything around me seemed meaningless. I wrote some saddest poems on those days. I lived on that self-pity zone for a long time. It took years to heal.

The wound has its mark in my life but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I accept it as part of me. I worked hard on getting back my life. I collected lots of self- help books and got connected with very positive people in course of time.

Healing doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time, but the important thing is I never gave up. Things started to change in very slow motion and today when I look back I thank to God for making this far.

Today, I’m in a new phase of life which was totally unbelievable fifteen years back. I found a new love, a new phase and new reason to love life. And I’m very grateful for that.


With a smile, I picked up the toy and told her that the fish is going for vacation. A new fish would come and join her. That evening she got a new toy fish! She happily started playing with it forgetting about the old one. The joy was overwhelming for the mother as well.

It would have been nice if we can replace all the things so easily like the toy. But with life it works differently. The emotional hurts take time to heal. Remember, life again will take it turn and things will be much better soon!

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Inspirational, Journal

When muse calls.

Specially in moonlights when the sky wears gentle white beams, I love to spend mid-nights in the balcony couch with my friend ,the shadow of the big tree which resides beside the house I stay. That night the shadow was dancing with rhythm of desert wind and suddenly asked ‘What it is? What makes you sit here in the dark, are you looking for something?’ I thought a while. ‘May be’ I answered ‘looking for lights.’


-I don’t know, seems like it meant to be.

-Oh, is not it your limited perception? Thinking all good and happy things should happen.

-yeah may be, what’s wrong with that?

-The idea of perfection perhaps the nature itself denies. It moves on with rhythm of odds and even, good or bad and dual in between perfection and imperfection, it’s never verdict for one. When will you learn?

That night, it seemed the truth uncovered itself. Was I disappointed? I guess not. I felt kind of relief, like big burden gone, I felt light and right. After all who bid for a life of full perfection according to individual when most of the thing is not just our hands? There is an immense pressure to set a perfect life with great deal of disappointments. Better let the life to be the way it is. Suddenly my coffee tasted better than all nights I had here… Slrup!!!

Inspirational, Short Story

The Garden.

Viewing the garden was perhaps the most wonderful moment of my day. It contained a wide variety of flowers but the roses seemed to be the specialty.

Thankfully it was on the way to my office. So, everyday I paused for a while to have a look over it. The freshness of the fragrance and beauty of the flowers always gave me a pleasant memory for the rest of the day.

As days turned into weeks I began to wonder who took care of them so well. Then one day I was late for work and I discovered a middle-aged man was taking care of it.

Then I began to notice him more often as he spent his time taking care of each and every plant.

From talking to others about the garden and the man I learned that he was not friendly. In fact he had gained a reputation for being rude to people who asked him for a flower. It seems he had only love for his garden and for no one else. People said they never saw him relaxing; he was working so dedicatedly to make the garden beautiful day by day.

His dedication, rudeness and the garden made my curiosity high to know more about him.

I learned the garden belonged to a rich man and he was living there with his family, wife and a daughter.

One spring day, while passing by the garden I saw a rose, a dark red rose. It was just after a rain and it sparkled like a diamond. I decided this time to talk to him. He was little surprise at my compliments and instead of being rude; he gave me the rose and even asked me back.

On a later visit I asked, “Sir, at the risk of inquiring too deeply into your private life, I would like to ask a question.”

“Ask, and then I will answer.”

“Sir, why is this garden so important to you?”

“You really don’t understand do you?”

“I have heard that you have refused to give even one flower, Sir. Is it just a matter of one flower?”

“Didn’t I give you the Tanelorak you ask for?”

“Oh, is that the name? Yes sir. And that makes me curious also.”

“I gave you the rose because I was told to. The purpose I serve this garden is not for the flowers. The things I do I can’t help but do. The purpose is for the one I serve. For this purpose the presence of every flower in this garden is most important. I can’t break his rule.”

“Now who create the rule, the master of the Garden? Just for his pleasure, right?”

“No child, I’m talking about the creator. God.”

“God? You want to please God by keeping this garden beautiful and by not sharing the flowers?”

“No. The garden is not to please God. With God we have to do what he wants from us.”

Suddenly a girl appeared. She looked to be nearly 10 years old. I guessed she was daughter of the rich man whose this garden belonged. She ignored my presence and just touched softly the flowers, looked at them with amazement and happiness. Her eyes sparkled when she looked around her. It seemed that she was The Princess of her kingdom, the garden. I noticed she was frail and ill. After just a little while she looked tired and went back to the house.

The gardener seeing my concern said “She is dying.” I was shocked. He said “I’m working on God’s wish to keep her happy. To let her feel the happiness and reduce the pain she is going through. I can’t compromise on her happiness and I can’t cheat on my duties.” I saw a tear in his eyes? I didn’t know what to say. I left with a heavy heart.

I was again late for work, but that day I left with a message I felt was from God himself, “The purpose each of our lives is different. Every one has their own special route to serving God. There is no small or big work. The only thing that matters is a pure will to serve God.”

By Dipa Rani
Edited by : Bobby Burcham

Note:: This story published in Kojal, 2008, online bangali magazine, Hyderabad  


Today while searching for happy faces found this photo on BBC website. A boy smiling at camera wearing TORN cloths. Wondering what is the reason of his happiness? May be he is not aware that he is poor or he may knows about it but doesn’t find any reason to be sad? His world is filled with surprises, happiness, and excitement. He has no rival. For him every minutes of life is an opportunity, which never comes back in this life. He is the KING of his world. He rules, he explores, he learns….  

What a positive and excited soul! He proved even he has something to give this world ,  his charm,  a full hearted smile and great lesson to accept the life as it is…


I Am

A flower, a morning dew, the grace that always flow
A bright star or a dark hallow that you never wish to know
A tear, a pain,  a despair that you never desire
Also a faith, a smile, a hope that count on your prayer
A fire, a ice or the air that you breath and live
Sometime bad but a friend that one should keep 
The world, the dream, the imagination that has no limit
Also a dust, a drop or nothing to be taken from or submit
A sky, a galaxies, a mystery that you can’t solve
A stream, an ocean, a path that has many curve
A sun, a moon and the stars that shine high upon the sky
Or a mermaid, Cinderella or a fairy that granted wishes and fly

I’m neither illusion nor real……

I’m… I just am…. 

Inspirational, Love, Short Poetry

Free man and a butterfly.

The sky was cloudy yet beautiful. Gauri realized though that something without color could still be beautiful, like a hidden window of a fairy land. She took a deep breath to make sure she was alive on this earth. She often wondered why she was here in this world where she felt she did not belong.” Must be a reason that she has yet to discover. After all she was not Sankar who already knew why he was here. Sankar! Gauri had no answer for what Sankar to her. But he was the one who inspired her to live, grow and bloom. Whenever she thought about him, she got an instant energy in her soul; her life seemed to be so colorful and cheerful. Sankar had discovered her hidden wings and made her realize that she was as a butterfly. Now she is in her late forties but still she could feel the thrill when she thought of the first meeting of The Free Man.

Part –I

One day in the afternoon, high School Final result was out and Gauri failed. She was frustrated and annoyed. She came out from the house and started walking aimlessly about. At a times she felt like the house was a skeleton, carrying all dead souls. But nobody realized she was alive yet. She had a secret dream world that she discovered when she was child. She couldn’t remember the details but after then she was never alone. She was turning sixteen. She was expecting lots of gifts from her parents but now she knew this was going to be her worst birthday ever. Damn… Suddenly she almost got awoken by a cold breeze and she realized she was inside a Mango Grove that was a little far from her house. Green trees, around her, no noise, a pleasant aura, little birds were playing around, their chirps tuned a sweet melody. ‘Oh, this is must be a fairy world. I could search for a rabbit’ she thought. She was amazed by the pleasant appearance of the natural wonders around. A smile speared on her face. She started singing and waving her hands, stepping her foots in rhythm. And then she saw the boy.. Sankar He was walking carefully and following something. His concentration has made Gouri curious. He was unaware of everything around but a butterfly. Gauri followed his eyes and just saw it. The wings of it were dark red color and yellow spots. Sankar’s eyes was gazing at the butterfly and shining with its beauty. The butterfly was dancing happily ignoring the existence of the two humans. The wings were opening and closing in a rhythm. Gauri yelled ‘WOW’ and the boy jumped with surprise and looked at her.

The butterfly didn’t like the interruption either, it flew away quickly from there. Gauri fainted, she couldn’t understand what to do next. The boy was gazing with amazement at her just like he did the butterfly. He asked, ‘Who are you?’ Gauri told him her name. ‘Hummm’ he reacted. Now Gauri observe him closely. He was probably two or three older then her. His rough hair and cloths shows his weak financial condition. But yet he had shinny eyes which seemed to be alive and wise. Gauri never met a boy in her life like him. He started walking. It was odd for Gauri. All boys she knew at school all admire her beauty and her friendly attitude. And he just seemed to deny her existence. That hurt Gauri’s ego so she decided to follow him. “Heay, wait for me, what’s your name?” Gauri yelled. “Sankar’ he said carelessly, ‘and you shouldn’t be here better you leave now’ he added. “This is not the place for a rich and soft girl like you”.

Gauri was irritated and angry with his rough behavior. She never met such a rude person like him in her life, who didn’t even have the courtesy to behave gently with such a lovely girl, ‘Ridiculous’ she mumbled. But again, she was also curious about him. So she ignored his words and asked ‘So you always follow the butterflies?’ Sankar didn’t expect that the girl to follow him. He got little annoyed, he basically didn’t like to entertain anyone to his secret world. ‘Yes’ he answered. ‘Why?’ Gauri asked again. Sankar was surprised and now looked at Gauri with attention. ‘Her spirit was like a butterfly, in fact a beautiful butterfly’ told himself. ‘Butterfly don’t harm’ then he thought a while ‘That would be fun to introduce a butterfly to others’ so decided to tell a little secret with her. ‘So, you didn’t answer my question.’ She demanded. With a deep breath Sankar answered ‘Coz I love them.” ‘Oh’ Gauri reacted and asked the next question ‘Why don’t you get a cage and put them so that you needn’t to wonder around them.’ He smiled for the first time and said ‘Did anyone tell you that you ask too many questions?’ Gauri replied with a smile ‘Yes, Many.’ Now Sankar laughed and said ‘I appreciate it. Do you like butterflies?’ ‘Yes, the one I just now that we saw’ Gauri answered. ‘OK, follow me.’ Sankar started walking slowing ahead guiding Gauri.

“I enjoy watching Butterflies flying with freedom, I love freedom. I don’t like any kind of string. Not for me, not for anyone”. He continued his walk and Gauri followed. Gauri couldn’t understand properly the meaning his words. But she liked it anyhow. She just liked the company of Sankar whom she met just twenty minutes ago. Sankar stopped his walk and asked her to close her eyes, so she did. He held her hand and moved her softly and whispered ‘Open your eyes.’ She slowly opened her eyes. And she was amazed with the beauty of the nature. It was a small lake with clean blue water. Beside that all kind of bushes and filled with different type of colorful orchid. He asked softly ‘Like it?’ ‘Love it’ Gauri said in a deep voice. They exchange a smile. ‘Look’ her eyes followed the direction, a white color with brown border. She was opening and closing her wings. Like opening and closing the doors of heaven. ‘Wonderful, what’s its name?’ Gauri asked. ‘Name?’ Sankar looked at her in a puzzled manner. ‘Oh, Ok I named it Dream.’ ‘OK?’ Gauri wanted to have Sankar’s approval with a big question mark on her face. Sankar knew it was crazy but just wanted to do it for her. He smiled and nodded his head. A wide smile speared in Gauri’s face and Sankar suddenly felt he could do anything for her smile.

They spent the remaining time just gazing upon the butterflies, orchid, and lake. There was a silence between them though their hearts were contented by each other’s company. There was no need of any words to share their hearts and their world. They didn’t notice when it became dark. They both suddenly had awakened by the sound of moving something fast in the grove. He suggested to Gauri and guided her to reach the main road that leads to her house. Gauri didn’t say a word, her heart just was heavy as she was leaving such a wonderful place and going back to her house, the afternoon fear came back to mind again.

They started meeting often. It has been four months or so. Gauri used to get something nice home made dishes for Sankar. In return Sankar used to tell her stories, stories from different corners of the world. He claimed he almost gone everywhere in this world. Gauri couldn’t believe all that Sankar said, but she enjoyed the stories and she never bothered to discover the fact.

Part –II

Gauri was not the same again. She was filled with joy and fully contented. She was OK with all the ignorance of this world. She was experiencing first love. Something in side of her heart was squeezing hard. His absence was a huge void and his presences made her world brighter like heaven. It was something like cursed and blessed at the same time. How life could be so wonderful and sad at the same time. She wanted to fly like a butterfly and fly away to Sankar. But she was also feeling so shy to face him. She wanted to see him so badly, when ever she got time she used to visit that grove, in the absence of Sankar, she used to spend time with his butterflies.

And one day when they were playing Dream. Sankar told her that he had to go for long time. He told her that he had no privilege to give the answer where he was going. Gauri was shocked and surprised and for the first time she started thinking who this Sankar was. Sankar disappeared where he has gone, no one knew. Gauri enquired about him but couldn’t find a satisfied answer. It has been six months that Gauri didn’t see him. Sometimes Gauri doubted whether she really met the boy Sankar? Or was it just an obsession. She didn’t know to whom she should ask for information. Gauri’s world was void without Sankar. She was restless and unable to control her emotions she was feeling for Sankar. The more she wanted to forget Sankar and more deep she fell for him. She was almost in a subconscious stage and often she used to visit the secret world of Sankar. Speaking to butterflies, sitting beside the lake used to give her little peace. The butterflies seemed to be missing Sankar too. Then one day she was about to walk towards home and he appeared. Gauri’s face was filled with joy. She wanted to ask so many things but she couldn’t. Her face turned red and she felt like her ears are burning with hit. Sankar was surprised and glad to see Gauri’s reaction but he hid his expression.

They just sat at their favorite place, after a while. ‘Where have you been?’ Gauri asked. She wanted to tell Sankar how badly she missed him, but she couldn’t cross the line. He didn’t answer for a while then said ‘Was wondering around’. The answer was clear and with many answers. Gauri didn’t say anything with a heavy heart she was just thinking with whom she has traded her heart. But she must know where she stood. ‘Dream missed you’. Sankar looked her with puzzled eyes. ‘The Butterfly’, Gauri reminded. Sankar face was bright for few seconds and then it was sadden he turned his face towards horizon and said ‘I’m a free man, butterfly should know this. I gave her freedom to live her life and I want the same thing from her. And I missed her too.’ The message was clear. But Gauri didn’t feel bad; she understood the depth of his thoughts. Sankar’s absence made her to understand Sankar more. He was not here but he was. Now he was here and again he was not nearer. This time Sankar didn’t wonder around butterflies, they just sit for hours without talking to each other the sun was disappearing, and smooth breeze touching them both. The clouds were changing color orange to blue. They birds were flying back to their home. And it became silent as the sky got darker. Silence brought them nearer. They were watching all the things around them. Gauri thought the world was so beautiful, so peaceful. She felt complete inside, she was hungry for this for years. Hours turned to a day and days turned to months and years.

Five years has been passed Gauri passed out from the college and now she was going to marry soon. She happened to meet Sankar a few times. Not much talk between them, they talk in silence. They just sit together and not even touching each other… And sometime they follow butterflies. Sometimes Sankar would to tell her stories of his journey; they were always mysterious and far away from this world. Gauri never believed them but loved to hear his stories. They are dreamy and mysterious like Sankar’s eyes. Gauri named a few more butterflies but Dream remained their favorite. Colorful butterflies. Free butterflies. Red with the white dot is Beauty, blue with the yellow dot is Venus and the one that contain tiger spots is Hercules. Sankar enjoyed them too. Gauri was glad to be a part of Sankar’s world. She wished if she could be a part of it for forever. But dreams are only dreams; there is no connection between real life and the dream world.

When her mother asked if any one was in her mind for marriage, she went into deep thinking. She didn’t understand what relationship she has with Sankar. Was there any relationship at all? With teary eyes she was sitting at their favorite place. Sankar was in deep thoughts. He didn’t say a single word. Gauri was not able to control her tears, she hated herself for crying in front of an emotionless rock that didn’t have any feelings but still couldn’t control it. Last night she drew a butterfly, with colors of her dreams, she put her every emotions as colors; sad, happiness, hurt, love everything into the wings of the heart shape and put it into a bar. Inside the bar of a heart of free man, who hated to be caged? As their meetings were near to impossible from now she requested him to accept the painting as a gift. He agreed and in return he gave her a board or a frame with various butterflies wings in it. This is only the precious thing which belonged to him. Gauri was surprised. He was thinking something deeply; his dreamy eyes were lost somewhere in the sky. Then gazed at her and said ‘you are the most beautiful butterfly I ever seen please take care of yourself.’ Gauri couldn’t stand it anymore. She didn’t want to do anything beyond her set boundaries, she ran away from the grove with teary eyes.

Part –III

Another six years had been passed. Gauri now married blessed with two little angels. By her satisfied smile people could guess how happy she was. She came to visit her father with her two daughters and for the first time her husband couldn’t accompany her, he had to go for aboard for work. Many times Gauri thought of visiting the grove and meeting Sankar; but often a guilt feeling preventing her to do so. After a lot of war in her mind she decided finally not to visit the grove.

Next day he was there in front of her with the same shinny, dreamy, mysterious eyes. Except her youngest daughter and a maid, every one went for a party. She was shocked, she realized the flow is still there in her; the flow of his love, it never died and still was fresh as she felt when they met first time. He was manlier than before and the appearance was still reflecting of his weak financial condition. He bowed and showed respect to Gauri. Gauri thought ‘what do you want now?’ His head was down like a slave; he mumbled ‘Sorry I couldn’t attend your marriage, I had to go somewhere.’ Gauri could only thought of one word “Liar”. Sankar again started ‘Here is a gift, for your marriage.’ Without looking to her eyes sitting on his nee. He raised a little box towards Gauri. Gauri was confused about expecting the gift from him. But the maid was there she was gazing both. She took a decision first and accepted the gift. She asked the maid to get one glass of water. Sankar got a look of relief in his face and said he was waiting for her since two years ago. He was going far away. The grove was destroyed and most butterflies died. He discovered another garden but that one was far away from here. He might not come back and came here to say good bye.

Gauri was blank, was standing like a statue, she controlled her tears. Sankar looked into her eyes with deep love and pain and left quickly. She became conscious when the maid called her. She opened the box. It contained a little pearl. Blue Pearl. It must be a costly one, Gauri thought by the shape and finishing of it. And had a peace of paper in it contain a sentence ’‘To a butterfly, which lives in the heart of free man.’

Tears came out from her eyes with joy and pain. A free man who taught a butterfly how to live and love and yet to be free that he has learnt from his butterflies.

~~The End~~

Note: This poem has been published in local magazine by Aabheri -NGO at Hyderabad Oct’08.

Every new morning is a hope for a warrior.

The Mother and the Child.

I was wondering by looking at her what makes her so clam and happy. She has no money, no security, no assurance for future. But seems those things are not bothering her much, atleast at this moment. She seems to be happy and contented in her little world.

It seems she enjoys her bonding with her little one though I m not sure if that is what she choosed. But she knows how to keep her charm just by a smile from her heart. It feels at the momnet she is the most beautiful person in this world.

In span of seconds without any exchange of a single word she teaches me the biggest lesson of life.