Zaarti

Sunday ! When it’s Sunday, it has to start with “a state of still in dreams” & I would again slide within my quilt, would hold my pillow tight & would dig my face even deep in it feeling its softness on my face & would again land to the state of delight. Mom would never wake me up. It’s a tradition now... she will simply prepare the breakfast as she knows that I would wake up to its aroma.... Birds are chirping, tinkle of bells mixed in the blissful breeze in a nearby temple are making their way to our home but it’s only the aroma of mumma’s cooking which shall have the pleasure of waking me up. I will reach out to kitchen yawning, dozing & stretching & would check each casserole, though I don’t have any intention of eating anything. It’s an innate habit now. After a refreshing session of cuddle, hugs & kisses with mom, it’s now Dad’s turn to be pampering me. After a big ‘Bear Hug’& a little punch game with his belly it’s time for some daddy t...

Ever since I was a little girl… I had a very intense feeling of possessing a name beginning with “Z”.I used to think within, if I had a name starting with “Z” how lucky I would be?   I would think, may be being “Zebra”, I would not have to sit in the front rows in my class & I would have become a Famous back bencher, would have the fun of eating all my lunch before recess & on being caught & getting the punishment I would have showcased my bravery by being punished & would have stood out of the class & would have escaped from the boring lectures. I would have become a heroin (as I would have proved it by being confronted with my teacher), a trendsetter, not merely a “girly- girl" but a Rough & Tough One. May be being “Zubaida”, I would have had my oral tests at last & would have prepared by my turn by asking from my friends what teacher was asking? May be being “Zarine” could have provided me those last 5 minutes before teacher could ...