Ah Woman

“ Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam”, translated from Sanskrit will mean “this entire earth is my family.” This is what the sages felt and lived centuries back. And not just the sages, even the ordinary man loved and respected Nature. The sun. the moon, the earth were all gods. Sounds primitive, no? But think of it. The concept is definitely wiser now that we stand on the brink of losing our earth forever if we do not wake up . Let’s not take this precious gift to us as granted. This is the womb from where our bodies came, this is the mother who nurtures us,................bearing our weight as we walk over its bosom unmindfully..........forgiving us, ............and the ultimate rest place when we no shall no longer be in our bodies. Think at least once before switching on your ACs, using detergent powders,cutting off trees,tearing off papers insanely…………..and well you know the list is so long. Let us come together. We indeed are one family. Let us join hands for this beautiful earth – our home.

Woman I see you turning dross to gold seducing words to poetry in the white heat of passion ................................................ Woman I hear you have crossed roads those streaks of hair now burn like stars catching sparks and a zillion desires ............................................................ Woman i feel you burn yourself to ash to be an amber once.................... ....................................................... .......................................................

There was a time I must confess when I did not want to become a mother. I wondered why people were over populating this beautiful earth. I always felt that people should bring babies from the orphanage and love them as their own which is something I feel for even today. Why have surrogate mothers, why have cousins or relatives reproduce for you when there are so many in the world waiting for you. Destiny however chooses its own course. Six years back I became mamma to my beautiful daughter. Six years back I became mamma to every child. And then gradually as my heart melted for any child whom I knew or knew not, it dawned to me why motherhood is so important a milestone in the journey of a woman as a woman. Some women give birth to a number of children and never become mothers. Some women never conceive never give birth to a single child and are mothers in every sense of the word. Motherhood does not seem to be a word coined for women who merely become instruments in the hands of nature