CheersJayy

Happy or Sad? Separations give different kinds of experiences in each phase of life! Sometimes, separations are pleasant. In many instances, separations are indeed sorrowful. At death, it's both pleasure and pain!! When my mother, who suffered from cancer, died, for a moment, my mind felt extremely light - is that happiness? When I went to the crematorium with my brothers and placed the funeral pyre on her, the intuition that I would never see my mother again unleashed a flood of tears from my eyes! This seems like sorrow. During the days when my brother performed the daily rituals for my mother without fail, in the evening twilight hours, on the terrace in Kotivakkam, looking up at the sky and crying out loud: "Mother, will you flash a small smile for just a second between these clouds, showing your lovely smile?" That was sorrow. When dusk settles, and darkness engulfs, just one star appears, wondering, "Are you my mother?" Is this happiness?!! She gave birth ...

Relationships and Separation The day comes only because night ends. When a lamp is lit, darkness recedes... hmm... separations come only because relationships exist... The value of relationships is understood only in separation. In 2005, I often thought of wanting to return to school. (In 2006, I was in another avatar as the Managing Director of a company called Talentia). I went to school with Priscilla, who worked for me. When I heard about the death of one of the class teachers, Ms. Philomena, the mind of Jayanthi, dressed in a rose-colored uniform, was saddened. For a moment, I thought that even in her coffin, she would have looked beautiful with a single rose near her ear, wearing a beautifully pinned saree and a chic blouse that matched. There are no students who don't love their teacher. It's a kind of love and devotion. For many people, their first love in school is with their male or female teacher. Ms. Agnes was a short, unmarried, but not a nun, 'dark' teache...

After a Long Time After a long time, I sat down to write, unsure of what to write about. Reflecting, I realize many things have happened. On April 17th, I took an oath at the American Immigration Office to become a citizen. Today, I pledged to do everything possible to improve this country, including fighting for it if needed. There was a slight pain in my heart - birds don't need visas or citizenship, do they? They fly freely anywhere and remain happy. Looking at fish, they swim from one sea to another, rivers to oceans, and continue their journey. Nature performs its work efficiently everywhere. But humans have so many restrictions and difficulties. Thinking about it, I understand that these are complications we've created in our minds. Nevertheless, as prisoners of circumstance, we must follow all procedures. With an American flag in one hand and the certificate they gave in the other, we went up to the stage one by one to take photos after everyone finished. Standing next t...

Short Story 4 Shadow It was in the mild February sunshine that I first saw him. The moment I saw him, affection welled up in my heart. With his beautiful, sparkling eyes and the way he looked at me with waves of emotion—call it love, affection, or whatever you wish. That relationship that began that day... hmm... what can I say? He became an integral part of my home. I told him about him when I spoke to my son on the phone from his college hostel. My son replied, "See if you can manage; it's a good decision, Mom. It's your life. Happy for you. I'm coming to Chennai this weekend and I'll meet him, too." My younger one was even happier than me. "Having a male companion is good, isn't it?" he said. Except during my office hours, he and I were just so happy together. The neighbors all started murmuring, of course. Most people feel sad about others' happiness, but not everyone—I'm not like that. Our bond grew very close from dawn until bedtime...