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Adding Joys

I was in Class 7 as far as I  remember.

I along with my friends were playing in the open field nearby our residence.It was wintry afternoon. Suddenly, I saw a boy falling down from the buffalo that he was riding n started writhing on the fields. Leaving our game, we all ran near to him to see what had happened.

He was unconscious and his whole body was trembling. Some passerby told that it was Epilepsy n people should not go near him, it is contagious n the onlookers can be inflicted by the same. Listening to this, all flocked away.

I was left all alone. My friends asked me to leave him but my heart didn’t allow him to leave…was perplexed what to do next…I went home n brought a glass of water and sprinkled on his face n body, but it was all in vain.

A person watching me said, “Sniffing chappals will take him out of the attack of epilepsy”. At first, I didn’t believe n it appeared weird act but when he insisted for long, I did the same.

I don’t know what worked out, but after few minutes, he became conscious. I gave him few biscuits n water. He felt better and I felt happy to see him back into senses.

My small effort helped him. He rode back on his buffalo.

I told the details of the incident to my mother, she too was concerned about my well being. In the corner of my mind, I too had apprehensions but I did not share with anyone.

The incident took place more than three decades ago n till today, I am well. If on advise of others, I would have moved, the boy would have landed in big problem but my timely act saved him.

These little acts of kindness adds immense joy to my life.

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Joy Of Giving! #WOW







Joy has numerous meanings and people can feel the joy when one indulges oneself full fledged. The intensity can only be felt if you drown yourself into it, the joy will be ethereal n you will feel on top of the world. The ways of achieving joy varies from person to person, some derives from hobbies, some from their passions n ambitions n some from helping the needy.


Today, Blogadda’s idea to write on Joy of Giving gave me a chance to express my emotions n paint it with the colors of My Joy of Giving.


From the time, I can recall my life when I gained consciousness, I have been standing for the needy people, all needy aren’t poor but they are desperate n need a hand to help them out and I stood for all of them n till date, I render my services in my capacity. Sometimes, I stretch myself in pursuit of helping people but generally, I am ever-ready in the ways I can help.


I recall the days, when I was less than five year old, I used to give detergents to the girls who came to our house to work at home and in fields. They wore torn clothes n dirty ones and when I asked them, they used to say that because of poverty they are like that. My emotions got stirred and I gave them Surf to clean their clothes and at times, I gave my clothes if they were near to my size. In seventy’s there wasn’t issue of child labour and they readily worked to earn few coins n every time after giving, I felt satisfied and happy.


In the days of 70′ & 80’s, I used to give 1 or 2 rupee coin to beggars. I have mentioned the amount bcoz in those days, I fully remember that people gave 10 or 20 paise, you can say less than a quarter paisa. 1 or 2 Rs.coin had immense value in those days. I never felt bad in parting with the coins rather my soul was satisfied.


Everyone at my place knew my habits, some appreciated, few taunted but nothing stopped me.


People exchanged clothes for utensils, I never let my mother do and asked her to donate to the people who are in need.


If someone would fall ill either in the family or out of the family, I would be present and would help them as required; accompany them to doctor or hospital or look after them as situation demanded. At times, parents cribbed at my take but nothing could stop me…I am bit adamant type person n do my bit if I decide to do.


Gradually, with the increase in crimes n theft, I weaned out of allowing unknown people to house to work nor would help them with money. The situation of drug addiction stopped me from donating money. I helped but changed my way, instead of money, I gave food or grains to the hungry and clothes, books n pencils to the needy.


This habit of Giving n deriving joy continues till date though the ways has changed with the change in time.


The world in 1970 n the world of today; there is no comparison, lot underwent transformation but my feeling to share n care remains the same.


Now, when I am free from the responsibilities of my kids, I donate clothes and the necessary items of celebration in festivals like in Holi, I give out “Pichkari’s & Colors” to the kids of my society and support staff along-with sweets n savouries prepared.


In Deepawali, I donate “Soundless Crackers, Candles,Grains, Sweets and the clay utensil sets (toys).


Nowadays, outlook of people have changed, so I give cash to all my support staff n the people who are around me right from my office place to residence place.


I minimize my expenses but never minimize their shares.At times, few of them have ditched me at the moment, I needed them. It bruises my soul but I don’t store grudges, I forgive readily.


I feel satisfied and I am overjoyed to see the smiles on their faces.


I am not very affluent but I have never been let down by Supreme Power when I am in need. I believe it’s my karma of giving joy to people, I am never left out rather my work goes on smoothly.


People, never back out from helping or giving, from the pious hands you deliver, you receive double, every time it’s not materialistic things & feel the happiness buzzing around you.


Our good acts acts as a Boomerang, I firmly believe in it.




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Conversation #Quadrille #19

 

When they met

Sparks flew

blowing the trumpet

of admiration.

They peeped

into each other’s eyes

their heart fluttered

sparking love

for each other.

Again

they met

and

confessed their love

for each other.

In celebration

they decorated

and

ignited

colorful sparklers & candles.

© Ila Varma 2016

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Shift #Haiku Horizons

Seasons shift and change


Moods swings in rain, heat- cold canes


Spring sprang with joy & cheer!


© Ila Varma Oct.2016



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Seasons Spark

 

Green leaves

Transformed yellow

Yellow turned crimson

Left their abode forever

Rustling winds took them over

Choreographing  a spark

Of rustling music

Gradually settling

On the earth cover

Chromatic  bedspread

The golden rays

Refracting

On the crimson  ground

Creates

A magical kaleidoscopic view

To watch

Amalgamation

Of colors sparkle

Transforming

The ambiance

Divine

Such is the blessing

Of autumn fall.

The naked trees

Gears up

With a spark in their eyes

To greet winters

With open arms

Daydreaming to wear

Gorgeous pullovers

Of Snow

And

Be Prince of Charm

Dazzling in the Sun Bright.

One after another

The spark of Seasons roll on.

© Ila Varma 26-10-2016.

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Innocent Boy!!!

 

Whenever I see this picture, mixed feeling arises within and I’m reminded of my younger son, Tuktuk, who cried at the time of every haircut till the age of two and a half and no amount of cajoling could stop him from crying, even the glimpse of this child is very close to my son’s look, when he was a toddler.

This picture gives me goosebumps and tears flood my eyes n blurr my vision..and I feel like taking the child in my arms close to heart…My child is now a big man who has completed silver jubilee of his age but when I meander down the lane and recall the past memories, I feel as if it is of yesterday.

On Sundays, my husband planned to go for hair-cutting with his two tiny tots…They got ready fast on pretext of riding on LML vespa, the common scooter of those times..but the happiness subsided of Tuktuk as he landed at the salon for hair cut and as the barber readied him to start the cutting, he use to cry on top of the voice. This went for more than a year, the passers by hoarded at the salon to watch the child crying inconsolably.

When he was about to complete two and a half years n could explain things, then I asked him,

“Why you make so much hulla at salon, do you want to keep the hair long as girls?”

“Mummy, you don’t know, it pains a lot that’s why I cry” He explained me innocently and I was bowled over by his expressions.

I cuddled him in my embrace and explained him that hair cutting is not painful n asked him not to cry next time.

That day, I understood the reason n laughed at his innocence.

Gradually, he came out of this habit n I could just say, Mera Masoom bachcha.

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Diwali #Celebrations

 

Goddess Lakshmi is coming on Diwali

To celebrate  festival of lights this Diwali

Lets join hands to go green

Noiseless, cleanliness & sparkling  sheen

Little efforts of all can bring great change this Diwali.

 

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Conversations!!!

Passing through the
woodland
Wheeling on bicycle
With my dear friend
Was busy in counting
trees
That passed by.
Suddenly
He caught my hand
I shuddered with
fear
How can he do it to
me,
Who was my dear?
In the twilight
I could not see his
expressions
I jumped from the
bicycle
To save my modesty.
He drifted me aside
Whispered in my ear
You don’t need to
fear
I am still your dear
I find my love in
you
Accept my kind proposal.
I saw passion in his
words
That he mumbled
My mind wandered
To find an answer
“Can friends be
lovers?”
My mind enquired
The same question
I tumbled to him
“Yes, friends can be
great lovers
B’coz they know
better each other.
Are you ready to be
my valentine?
He edged closer to
me
The fear had
vanished
And I was feeling
lighter
He kissed me on my
forehead
I hugged him tight
I was in pool of
tears
Of happiness,
Of ecstasy
Of Love.
He took my hand in
his
And we stood
Speechless
For an hour
It felt as if
We knew each other
Since ages.
© Ila Varma 2016

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The Dawn

Halo of exquisite
lights are born 
Illuminating aura of
luminance
Buzzing life in each
life.
© Ila Varma Oct.2016

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What A Day It Was!!!

How can I forget the day

We met on way

Your charismatic smile

Bounced my heart beat

Giving birth

To a gratifying feel

Waking my sole soul.

Was it a crush or infatuation

I was bit confused

I tried thousand times

To reveal the fact

Thriving inside me

But

I feared.

I waited

To reaffirm my feelings

Was it permanent or temporal?

We spent

Splendid time together

Spark triggered between us

I delved out my feelings

You got emotional

Breaking all the barriers

You planted a deep kiss

Locking my lips.

Together

We promised

Under the sun

To stand by each other

In love or war

Always at par.

© Ila Varma Oct.2016

Our first meeting is unforgettable and it gave way to settle our score and we met to live happily after and I am thankful to god and my soul says, “What A Day It Was!”

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