Few years ago, I asked my mother, and my husband
- 'do you think I am just a housewife?'
My husband just told me a statement – ‘I am
always proud of you.’
I was like – what does this mean???
My mother just told me a statement - it
doesn't matter what others think? What really matters is what you think about
yourself. There are two ways for any woman to answer in this world - sarcasm or
success. If you think that you are just one housewife, answer it -with grace
and dignity. And, being a housewife is a task of patience, and quite challenging (as my mother was one of them and I am proud of her).
Adding to it my mother said - 'you can never be satisfied in being one, Archana.
I know you. I have brought you up more like a boy than a girl'. Your astrology
is different from others. You are born for a reason. Look for it!
There was a time I used to get bored. Now there is a time when I have no time to think about anything else.
A long journey of almost 6 years with this
blog, and almost 900+ posts. Of course, it feels good. A number of winning
certificates that I had won in the genre of short story writing, and Japanese poetry.
It seems like a dream to me.
Today, if I look back, I smile, I do cry,
I hug myself, and I tell myself - 'you did it for yourself'.
Great to share I just got my winning cash
voucher in my bank account. I have received 17 certificates in my kitty, after
I had left Deloitte.
Above all I am almost set to start my
second course from November, once my preliminary tests are accomplished for
creative writing. Then I can appear for exams as per my convenience along with
the other course (will upload the details).
I just completed my assignments and time
to work on my project report for the next two months. I am also submitting my
work to journals until then.
Whispers published my work, and here are five
haiku for all of you. Thank you for the comments as it inspires to write more
and more.
Above all, an email from Karen just makes
my day. She sends her messages woven in words of inspiration and
encouragement.
first
light …
filling
the emptiness
of my
new home
_______________
old
memories …
still
rests on the stem
a
dragonfly’s wing
_______________
waiting
to be
taken over …
autumn
mushrooms
_______________
in
loneliness
reading
the epitaph
in
reverse
_______________
the
only thing
between
you and me …
a dandelion flower
Yet the journey is long, indeed, very
long.
