Author: Reena Saxena

one
day
maybe
I’ll wake up
and realize that
it was just a dream and move on

In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 19

My life is trial and error
Even though sometimes it’s a blur
And I don’t have all the answer
Even I search them in acre
I have to survive come what may
I play, pray, avoid to be prey

The role of a wife and mother
A daughter, sister or actor
All these roles I take with ardour
Even when I don’t have armour
Not perfect but I do my best
I am grateful for I’m blessed

No grief nor regret to move on
Even though my youth is all gone
I am pleased to have found my khan
All heartaches and mistakes bygone
A sense of contentment for me
Welcome and thankful that’s the key*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* LaCharta

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18

Hosted at https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/12/22/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-18/

NO LOOKING BACK

By Neel Anil Panicker

I am Pooja. Pooja Sethi in an earlier avatar, and Pooja Matrani in an avatar before that. This is my story. The story of my life. The story of the different Poojas that I was and the slow but steady metamorphosis into the Pooja that I am today.

I began life some forty years back as Pooja Matrani. I was the second of three children. My father was a government servant employed with the Ministry of Urban Development Affairs.

We lived here, in the heart of Delhi, at RK Puram, in a comfy three room government accommodation. My parents, both Sindhis had migrated from undivided Punjab at the time of Partition.  My mother was a Matriculate, which in her time, was a big thing, considering that education was something that was a prized commodity, something which was considered of value only…