Memories!

This week seems like one burdensome and soul-breaking experience. 

While the nation prepared to celebrate the 71st Independence Day, we were struck by the Gorakhpur incident (or shall we refer to it as the infant massacre!).
Yesterday while I sat watching the cultural programmes at school, it ended with a tragedy that struck home! At 10:30 am IST I was informed by husband that his father was no more. I was so overcome with emotions that I just burst into tears. He had been sick for quite some time, yet we weren’t prepared for it! Quickly my colleagues sent me off home and each passing moment made me break a little more!

Today as we sit with tears in eyes, I realize how unpredictable life is! 

Life is never a simple walk, it’s a race wherein hurdles keep coming, cropping up. Sometimes we cross over them while at other times we stumble and fall. We get wounded, we get scarred, but if there is life within we rise up. If life is no more a companion, you lie there till you are carried away by people who call themselves our friends and family.

Death is a truth, a fact glaring back at you. It stares at you in the eyes, challenging you to defy it. It sniggers at you to see how far you’ll run from it, while it comes and takes you in its dark, cold and deathly embrace!

The only thing that remains or stays back once you’re in death’s clutches is your memories. Memories of words you said, actions and reactions you gave, good or bad whatever you’ve done! 

As these thoughts keep swirling in my mind, I wish there were more happy memories I could have created with him. I wish there were more jokes I cracked with him. I wish there was more I could do for him – the man who I called Abba, my father in-law!! 

Alas! Words are just useless. Mere letters when you’ve lost against the overpowering Death!

So whenever and wherever you are, try to create more beautiful memories with everyone around you. Value life and people you have in life. You never know who would be gone the next moment while you wish for time! Give love to those elders of yours who wait with teary eyes, be patient with those parents who have patiently sacrificed and struggled for your sake! Fill your backpack with moments that you spent with your dad or mom!

Every soul has to face death! So just think of the road ahead and start collecting those precious gems called memories.

Stay blessed and happy!

Syeda

Exciting news!

The Balloon Girl is the second work of mine which has been selected for publication. 

Extremely happy and excited about it! I am really thankful to the all my friends who motivated me to start writing and have appreciated my work. And here I’m today!!

Once it is ready, will share the links to place your order! Hope you will like it!

Thanks 

Love

SyedaFR

Those enchanting eyes!

I will rise, watch out!

You saw me fall

Glancing with pity

serving me fake words

of sympathy and care.

You thought I would

lay low and drown deep

into the realms of depression

and you’d tower higher than me.

But you seem to have

forgotten that my nature

doesn’t permit me to lie 

wounded and forsaken for long.

Your wait will give me 

the power to rejuvenate myself

Your indifference will make me

Rise from the ashes of despair.

And that my friend,you’ll see,

you’ll watch in daze

When from the soot and ashes

I rise as a dazzling Phoenix.

©SyedaFR

Being a warrior. . . – Poetry

The Aravan Head by Arvind Narsima – Book Review

Hi all!!

How is life moving for you? At my side, life is busy throwing lots of stones, rocks and bombs! First my husband fell extremely sick, and since the Eid ul fitr, it has been my father in law. Please do remember me and all of us in your prayers.

To keep myself a little away from those thoughts I had started reading the new book that landed in my hands thanks to the review club. It is titled The Aravan Head, written by Arvind Narsima.

The book is provided by Arudhaa Club in exchange for a genuine review.

Blurb:

A politically driven criminal syndicate tries to steal a valuable ancient artifact, The Aravan Head, from a very old temple of the transgenders in Hijravan. Police officer Arya foils the well planned attempt. The incident unfolds a deadly secret that connects to a series of mind-boggling crimes which points to an unlikely person of tremendous authority in the political and business circles of Mumbai. With his friends kidnapped, his own people involved with the criminals and himself facing departmental enquiry, Arya is strangulated from all sides.

Meanwhile in Delhi, 4 college girls, fed up with the canteen food, hire a cook. While they expect an old, typically professional person, they are in for a great surprise that leaves then sweetly shocked. But the surprise is short lived after a beautiful transgender arrives at their bungalow revealing secrets that baffle them. Unfortunately the lives of the 4 girls become a nightmare along with that of the transgender.

Did Arya arrest the main perpetrator behind all the crimes? What dangers did the transgender bring to the girls? Did they survive the deadly situation they were pushed into? What price did Arya pay to win?

Review:

*Sigh*

That was what came out of me when I turned over the last page of the book. Truly speaking the cover and the blurb had caught my eye. And that made me pick this book for reading and reviewing.

The blurb told that it was a thriller and trust me you have no idea how madly I get engrossed when I am reading a thriller or suspense novel. And upholding my record for reading fast paced thrillers intact, I finished the book in one day. Yes! A 200 plus pages book I finished reading in a day.

The story and the plotline were quite well crafted and it had held my interest for the whole time. The thrill of following the police officer Arya in his endeavors keeps you on your toes. The characters are slowly revealed and they are well developed. The undeniable atrocities we see around us and the corruption and evil ways spread around us are well incorporated in the story.

The fight of an honest, hardworking and dedicated police officer against the system, the corrupt members within the department and the ruthless mafia provides the ray of hope to the darkness around. The background story of the Aravan head and the village of Hijravan make the story line all the more enchanting.

When a practical minded police man meets a soft spoken girl, her trustworthy friend and a couple of girls who live to eat, life seems different from his routine work. But then hell starts breaking loose around him. A hell that seems to be uncontrollable by him. Does he manage to end the inferno around? Does he get the justice he has been striving for? Is he able to complete his mission? Does he come out unscathed by the fury of the hell he had stepped into?

Well, the only place where I wasn’t too happy was the end. I wished there was more to the story and the evil forces were brought out and massacred as they had done with the weak and innocents. I really hope Arya will be back soon and with the same zeal and power that he always had. Though my heart goes out to him. Well that’s the effect Arya has had on me. Another fictional character whom I have fallen for.

**Oh! I keep falling for these men of books very often! 😍😘 What about you all?

So The Aravan Head scores a 4 star from me! 

Don’t forget to order this book here.

Stay happy and blessed!

Syeda

New shoes, that were never worn!

Read the lines, “New born’s shoes. For sale. Never worn” at a writing workshop and sitting there I penned down these lines!

The breathing flesh and blood

That for months I carried

All those unseen moments of love

Are the memories for ever that I’ll carry.
The little clothes, mittens and shoes

That for you I had gathered with love

Were not destined for you my baby

But some angel elsewhere would walk around in them.

©SyedaFR