Dheeraj Kalgutkar

Mehmud walked and walked and walked with a bag hanging by his shoulder; a bag made of clothes and plastic threads, covered in dirt and also torn here and there. He had forgotten the distance he had walked so far. He had forgotten the lanes he had taken. He was on a mission today. He had to collect enough valuable trash that would fetch him hundred odd rupees for the day. On an average day he would make 60 to 70 rupees which would be enough for his sustenance but today he had set his target, a full sum of a hundred rupees. Sunday of coming week was a special day for him. It was his mother’s birthday which he celebrated with all smiles and clean clothes. Clean clothes was a luxury that he couldn’t afford every day. It was one of the many things that was out of reach for people living in his jhuggi . The long tenuous day that involved mostly walking in sun from one trash pit or smelly mountain to another would suck most of his energy leaving him with no time to take care of his clot...

It's no wonder why 'women' has 'men' in it nor is it much surprising why every other guy finds solace in only her! In all the senses a man could think of, she truly describes and defines mankind for good. And yes, she only makes this sojourn journey of life viable for every you and me . Yet few beasts redefine her against the odds nature has created to suit their own odious being without actually realizing her in-definitive prowess. She is no less than a phoenix to rise even from dried-up ashes. Beware and hold on! She is the one you will never ever win upon lest alone by canvass, succumb or succor.  Some naive might perceive her as lethargic but in her own spirits - she undoubtedly is lethal as evident from time immortal! And in all solidarity, I truly love her for her immaculate prowess of loving and with impeccable dignity to move on & breathe in here on this sphere from nowhere I possibly could count upon. I have always been fortuna...

MOTHER Wench who serves, wench, serves with flawless heart excepts nothing but a mere, sheer smile blooms and errands on sphere, divinity in her lap anon piqued one, never bemused to help Immaculate child born out of her velour deeds makes us high, perchance she teaches great deeds  endeavors persona, with fleshy motherhood lass, she’s the ma’ of divinity Though dreadful her life is, lotus blooms whimpering although, she cares for you, loves only you  makes you think possible out of chimerical ruins your diabolical path, to the era of god  She swayed minds to attain peace  she souvenirs the worlds happiness in her  broke hedges in surmising her children hitherto she resembled Teresa, still flawless in heart bewildered everyone, of her sheer patience many worlds, many reasons, but still reminds only of mere, sheer smile Happy Mother's Day!!!