IS IT A MAGIC SHOP?
Author : Aswathy Maheswaran
The husband selects a blue saree with golden lines in the boarder."Do
you like it"?He asked her romantically."Oh!No.I want that red one".She
points her fingers towards the next row."Ok.Let's go there".He
replied."How sweet you are!"She touches his cheeks.But the hands dance
in the air."Oh!Shit!It was a dream".She murmers.
Shopping with her brother/father/husband is only a dream
to women all over the world.If you want them love you,don't go with
them for shopping.It is a great advice that every women would give to
ther girl child in life.Unless she will learn it through the dark
experience in life.
But now a days we have to say that man doesnot want
shopping only beacause they have no time to spend.If it is so,you can
ask them why do they stand in queue,that develops from one beverages
shop which ends in the front of another one.How obedient and
co-operative they are in the queue.
There isa funny story relating to these things.once a
villager asked his wife who is a member of kudumbasree,"Why you ladies
are not co-operative?You should learn such qualitiesnfrom men who are
standing in front of the liquor shops".How silently they stand there
and suffer the attacks of mosquitoes!
It is a shocking news that the government fills the lion
share of the treasury from the money that they get from liquor
shops.It is a wonderful trick that most of the capitalists practice to
get back the money that they spend in the name of wages.They start a
liquor shop near the working place.They are sure that the workers will
spend the money there.It is a cyclic process starting from
owner-wages-workers-liquor shops-owner.
Generally a man never spends more than 10 minutes to
select his dress.But he is ready to spend his one day in a liquor
shop.Why does this happen?Is it a magic shop?I don't know!!!
The husband selects a blue saree with golden lines in the boarder."Do
you like it"?He asked her romantically."Oh!No.I want that red one".She
points her fingers towards the next row."Ok.Let's go there".He
replied."How sweet you are!"She touches his cheeks.But the hands dance
in the air."Oh!Shit!It was a dream".She murmers.
Shopping with her brother/father/husband is only a dream
to women all over the world.If you want them love you,don't go with
them for shopping.It is a great advice that every women would give to
ther girl child in life.Unless she will learn it through the dark
experience in life.
But now a days we have to say that man doesnot want
shopping only beacause they have no time to spend.If it is so,you can
ask them why do they stand in queue,that develops from one beverages
shop which ends in the front of another one.How obedient and
co-operative they are in the queue.
There isa funny story relating to these things.once a
villager asked his wife who is a member of kudumbasree,"Why you ladies
are not co-operative?You should learn such qualitiesnfrom men who are
standing in front of the liquor shops".How silently they stand there
and suffer the attacks of mosquitoes!
It is a shocking news that the government fills the lion
share of the treasury from the money that they get from liquor
shops.It is a wonderful trick that most of the capitalists practice to
get back the money that they spend in the name of wages.They start a
liquor shop near the working place.They are sure that the workers will
spend the money there.It is a cyclic process starting from
owner-wages-workers-liquor shops-owner.
Generally a man never spends more than 10 minutes to
select his dress.But he is ready to spend his one day in a liquor
shop.Why does this happen?Is it a magic shop?I don't know!!!
A LOVE IS REMEMBERED
Author : Aswathy Maheswaran
After a decade a love is remembered
like a clock running back after a thoughtful moment
I know its pendulam swings between the moments
when i reached your heart and the moment i lost you
when it strikes on each hour in life
it makes a soft and sweet music
that reminds me the rythm of your laugh
A love is remembered like a candle
which melts itself for giving light for others
I see the drops in petals of rose
that shines in a misty morning
like your eyes fill with tears
when your heart beats my name.
Oh! write something.. somebody asks me
to escape from your memories
I know you left me forever and ever
but my hands fail to write something
without writing about you.. my soul
even... after a decade...
After a decade a love is remembered
like a clock running back after a thoughtful moment
I know its pendulam swings between the moments
when i reached your heart and the moment i lost you
when it strikes on each hour in life
it makes a soft and sweet music
that reminds me the rythm of your laugh
A love is remembered like a candle
which melts itself for giving light for others
I see the drops in petals of rose
that shines in a misty morning
like your eyes fill with tears
when your heart beats my name.
Oh! write something.. somebody asks me
to escape from your memories
I know you left me forever and ever
but my hands fail to write something
without writing about you.. my soul
even... after a decade...
EVERLASTING FRIEND
Author : Aswathy Maheswaran
That was the last day of winter
i expected my friend
but i knew she would not come
as she know my presence here
she came through the window
she wore a colourful veil
I looked at my guest in surprise
she asked me "which is the way to mind?"
i answered with a grumbling sound
"I am searching thee-leave me alone"
she asked again patiently
"which is the way to mind?"
I answered with glutural sound
"I dont know which is that.."
Suddenly she gave a lovely gift box
and i searched with glory eyes
The box was full of lovely flowers
and i enquired in anxiety "who are u?"
she smiled innocently
"I am spring , your friend,
the friend whom you were searching"
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