Frivolous Fixations

Background: I have two younger sisters and we all three are totally different in every way. And yet sharing the same childhood makes it easy for you to guess what the other person would do in a certain situation; what she might feel; how she might react. The days we spent together were never valued by us at those moments but now as I look back, I know we all cherish each and every moment of the life we spent together. This poem is dedicated to my two sisters who love me a lot...and yes you guessed right, I love them too. I remember when we together took the morning bus to school, I remember how we spent childhood days both hot and cool, We had many disagreements and of course several fights, We spent days without talking or sharing life bites, Yet some days we were really the best of friends, playing together continuously like there was no end, Making a snowman and then posing for snaps, Laughing hysterically, talking without gasps, Gifting each other desired presents on a birthday, s...

Every new year brings hope... The hope of starting all over again. The hope of rectifying past mistakes and the hope of not making new ones. Our new year eves were always celebrated with parents and siblings; watching TV; counting 10..9..8 as the clock struck midnight, hugging everyone while shouting Happy new year and finally hanging a new year calender just after midnight, something me and my sister had made kind of a custom. As we grew up, our new years continued to be celebrated this way till we left our home. I wonder if my children would be ever satisfied with celebrating such a simple new year, one that does not comprise of new year parties, fireworks or socialising with a so called "Elite" society. The best thing of living a simple life is the contentment experienced. Living 2 years without a television just because I wanted to buy it when I bought my own house was quite an experience. I never planned it, it was something I just did and my husband supported me. Someti...