SLICE OF HEAVEN.

Definately not what you guys are thinking about the title, it isn't a moist chocolate cake slice, neither a gooey brownie, OH NO! not that delicious mango, but just a gratifying feeling that I experienced whilst stretching out my finger, just imagine, if we give ourselves to help out, it would mean the whole of heaven and not just a measly slice.

She was sitting all alone, lost in her thoughts, she did not know a thing that was happening around her, her body language told it all.. her tightlips, her fingers, pressing against one another, and her face, a total emotional mess.

What cold have been the problem ? Within myself i knew I had to answer my conscience and not let her go that way, all alone, so with a prayer on my lips I asked her "Are you alright? feeling well,?" the second part of my question just rolled out perhaps out of a fear, that I might be rejected, anyway which way I got my answer"A little unwell," from then onwards, the conversation was loaded with an emotional burst, a heart that was broken, and a trust that was trampled upon.

She was all of 23 years, and life was tough on her, she had learnt that a broken heart could not be healed, (Thats what she believed)

She had married much against her parents wishes, and left home and hearth for him, a blissful three years of marriage and she thought her world would never ever come crashing around her.
She seemed economically sound, and her tough exterior belied her tender compassionate self.
The first sign of mistrust was the cliched excuse"working late tonight" she totally believed him, until one day, the friends he was supposed to be  working with late at night,tried to surprise them, by asking them both out to the movies...it was then on things starting to fall apart, showed the cracks and very visibly.

Fast forward, to a year later and there she was faced with a abusive husband, many of her friends told her to register a complain, she had her own reasons for not doing so, nonetheless she survived the humiliation, pain, torture and with the help of her few friends, she left him for good.But did he bother to even call her once ?
She was living as a PG close to her workplace and tried many a times to get in touch with her parents, who chose to forget they had a daughter.

The few true friends she had tried to play peacemakers and build the burnt bridge between her and her parents, they managed to make contact and last known about her, she was living with her parents Happy? not too sure, Safe YES.

How foolish are we that we walk away from the very ones who brought us into this world ? how reckless are we to trust  our lives, even we have been pointedly shown what is not ?Heaven  came in the way of that feeling,  I had when I advised her how to go about her life, and she had tears in her large empty eyes, I had seen her around my place, and she found me familiar hence opened up her broken heart.
I loved it that she listened without interruptions, and told me "I was thinking that this would be the last sunset I was watching, until this moment    THANK YOU,"

That was my slice of heaven.

A PINCH OF THIS AND THAT....

Have you often observed the body language of people at social-dos ? One of the best places to see the fakes from the reals....including their bags.

There is he Mr.Tight Pants, struggling so hard to keep up with the grip the pants have on his personality, and trying OH, so subtly to hide it, notice he tries to sway his legs, in a hope that the grip would loosen.

There he is Mr.Rubber Man, on the floor and zoom, that was two flips he did in one beat.I wonder if he has any control over his body, Oh no, there he goes again, doing the snake dance and he does it well, he seems to have a large audience, and seems quite pleased.

The Eternal Fool, who seems to think that wearing the deo, that he sees in the ads, he will draw the ladies, watch him chat that PYT   she has just walked away,  poor man, has to pick his jaws up.This man, would do anything  for a lady, just anything and watch him now... he has managed to latch on to another pretty one, and yes, she is all smiles, I wonder if he has met his true love,

Miss beautiful, and it stops there ! she cant hold a conversation, all the time, nodding her beautiful mane,  suddenly the hero has asked her a question, and she is still nodding ..sic..sic.

The Gossip Queen, she has her eyes on The beautiful one, seems to be envying  her curves,  her looks give her away, talking in hushed whispers to her  friend,  they seem to be regulars at these events,..Thank God for her dormant mind,she knows nothing.

.The Drama Queen is Oh so attention seeking that the more eye balls she attracts, the happier she is "Oh dear Ravi, havent seen you in ages," shouting above the crescendo of the music, and a hundred eyeballs are on her...Happy  is THE QUEEN.

Watch him gulp his drink, in a blink of an eye he has gulped one too many, and he seems to be telling the bartender ,"Its one for the Road,"he is The Bottomless Glass

The Butter pot  she seems to be quite an experienced hand at this, latches on to anyone who she thinks would give her career a zoom !, this one is known to be a small time model.And at any given time at any given party she has oddles of butter.

A whole range of characters make up this world,Life surely would not be the same without them.They add the zest to life..love it..... live it....Life Likes That.

HAPPY PEOPLE,HAPPY PLACE.

The happiness people find is amazing in whatever sphere of life, one always finds their  HAPPY PLACE.

My visits to the vegetable market is an experience in itself, besides the exotic vegetables and fruits and their country cousins, it is with awe that I watch the happiness on the vendors faces, the light flirtations they have amongst themselves and the connect with each other is a little lesson I have learnt

They tend to the baskets of their produce with utmost care and love, wiping each and every one with a cloth, polishing the apples, till they can blush no more, the glow of the red and yellow peppers makes a sunny day even brighter, the humble green pumpkin (humble no more, check out the price!) has a lovely shade of green to it.

The vendor knows his flock, ask him if his produce is fresh, he kind of gets offended"What did you say?"

He is always willingly to chat with his regulars, and make new ones too, The push and shove are part and parcel of this morning rush in the bazaar, but the way the vendors are connected to each other is a story in itself, just a scream or a shout and a wave of a hand to the other side of the bazaar and he knows he has to transport some carrots quickly to this end to give the waiting customer.

Its always a 'Changing' story they are ever willing to lend out all the notes of loose change to help out their brothers who are haggling with a customer.

Very rarely do you see impatient ones, I had the experience of one such person, I picked a bundle of kotmir, as I was searching in his basket for a non flowering one, vendor saab flew into a fit, and asked me to take what he gave me, naturally I was upset and just walked away, but not without saying my bit to him, telling him how impolite he was and how he should allow his customers to choose, not that vendor saab cared too much with my walk away, I choose not to buy from him, my silent way of protesting.

The happiness that I have witnessed is really wonderful, wonderful to know that whatever place they maybe, (I have written about this in my previous blogs), in a bus, in a train, or even in the saabzi mandi, people find their HAPPY PLACE