Sosy 41 ANU AND SHEV: PLEASE RETURN - Page 27

Originally posted by: Seriousreader

Ohhh...my carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin. The attendants are about to turn into rats. My finery is about to turn Into rags...it's almost close to the midnight hour...

Ta ta everyone.

I guess a fresh day a fresh start a fresh perspective always brings a smile ...wheres the fairy god mother and the price to collect the dropped footwear?

Originally posted by: Errantnomad

CRACKS, COLOR ORANGE AND THE ANGUISH OF RETURNS

Cracks are widening, insecurities are getting highlighted, masks are getting peeled.Relationships are fragile , isn't it?
We take for granted, the people who are always there for us. We tend to be more careful in our words or gestures with people whom we hardly know.

One careless word , some loose sentences mouthed not holding our tongues in check can cause considerable damage. In 'anguish of returns',Mrs,Iyer did that unwittingly by saying where is vandu going to Paris , Manny can come see her anytime. Vandu very casually says II when she has her babies can have anything she wants in Paris.
Bala , the mudhal mappilai , the first son in law feels slighted, dude and his family comes in to the picture and he feels suddenly his thunder is being stolen away. The poker evenings and the nights he spent in the moneyed presence is adding to the toll. It has made him feel inadequate . One end he sees himself struggling to make ends meet and the other end, people casually playing with excess.
His inadequacy is eating him up and he is poking II ,his kanna once, by her marraige into a wealthy family now becoming the source /root cause of his misery.
On the other side , we have II wondering , how did it change so suddenly. In the update 'CRACKS" she is pleading to her Akka not to say anything more negative about Bala thinking 'I am not already feeling so comfortable about your husband , don't add to it'
II idealized Bala, choose to see only his virtues and not his faults. And now when a situation has presented itself, It is hurting her terribly to see Bala coming down from the pedestal she kept him in , make mistakes out of his characteristic traits that she assumed he had, and bear open all those dark, sad, confused places within him. Bala hitting on the dude's family by mentioning Manny not coming to see the baby yet. That wasn't comfortable at all. He like Manny did the other night , is saying hey, I'm there too, it cannot be always always about dude, Paris and stuff.
Unfortunate,cracks are widening, whiffs of envy from Bala, the Kannas are not coming out freely , II's shifty eyed uncomfortable presence in front of her Athim , II looking for reassurance that all's normal , waving her byes to her loved ones
and being reciprocated with tatas and byes from all except her Athim , Bala.
Sad, Disillusionment, that's what II is going thru with Bala now.

Your reviews are detailed Kalpana...I agree that Bala is soon to be evicted from the pedestal the iyers had placed him he has long back for me...both the iyers and bhallas are unable to contain their excitement over Baldy...Paati rejoiced that there was a grandson not daughter and II teased her about Bride Price...Iyer custom expects the girl's family to cough up gifts whether the occasion be pleasant or otherwise...
Vandhu will adore her sisters babies just as II does...I wonder what would have been Bala's reaction if he had heard Vandhu tell the Dude who got her paid leave sanctioned that she'd call her son Raman...To me thats the day Bala a nd the Dude exchanged places on the pedestal...
Today Amma stood up for  CHINNA MAAPILLAI...HIS FAMILY
II trying to intervene that she relates less with Manny...shes decided to speak less...the perceptive dude has noticed and noted

Its not merely the thunder but the monsoon the rainbows everything glorified or admirable that has moved out...

i  WAS INTRODUCED TO ERIN HANSOM BY A FRIEND I FOUND ON THIS FORUM...SHARING  ANOTHER POEM THAT ECHOES THE THOUGHTS RUNNING ON MY MIND

You can't make homes out of humans,

My life's not a fire to keep you warm,

My arms aren't wall to protect you,

 From your own internal storm,

 My heart is not a light switch,

 For you to turn on when you please,

 I can't carry the weight of your regret,

Because I'm buckling at the knees,

 My legs are a solid foundation,

 But they aren't yours on which to build,

 The holes in my heart can fit both of us,

But you cannot decide how theyr filled,

 You can't make homes out of humans,

 I won't let you in just because you have knocked,

 And if you keep using my heart as your doormat,

 The next time you'll find that its locked

 

 

Downpour

"Can we go home first?" she asked looking out her window not turning at him

He drove quietly

Turning his music down, she raised the volume so he cant hear her whimper.

He pulled into the gate, she stumbled out of her side, and walked in bending down not sitting in
the chairs by the door Ranjan had gotten placed specially for her to take her footwear off.

Her face was puffy and wet, her vision blurry
He followed he saw a fat drop fall on the marble by her foot
She leaned by the monet turning quickly averting her gaze, letting him pass, thinking he was going upstairs like he usually did
He stood a foot away hands tucked in pockets

She looked at him and started to cry hard

She saw his jaw clench

She literally saw his muscle twitch on his cheek

His hands remained in the pocket

she looked at his orange button and cried, he didnt hug didnt hold her, didnt give her a kleenex, she blew into one
she had no idea how much he knew what he knew what he heard and how he sensed the conflict
She just gave him an open ticket
"Kochukko" (daanto) she ordered huskily,

He still didnt move

"Its not a spectator sport then" she sniffled and yelled

He gently pulled his hands out of his pockets and touched her elbows


She shoved him, he gently grabbed her, as she fought for the longest time... arms legs hands, flailing, tear drops flying, hissing panting

He finally held her down  "enough II" he whispered in her ear

She stiffened and began to fight again

"I said enough" he ordered

She sobbed on his chest, eyes closed...He hugged her tight and rocked her her arms went under his and hands linking behind his neck

He smelled like HIM, lemony woodsy... clean, no nonsense
she wondered what she smelled like?

Shikakai, and sandalwood he would say

His abrasive jaw cleaning up on her cheek like a brush
She moaned and squirmed and settled and squirmed adjusting the feel or getting used to the bristles, like she always did

He ear on his heart, it thundered like a frieght train

 She felt a insiginia on the edge of his breast pocket, sewn with orange yarn it wasnt visible from far, she felt it, reassuringly

"U wear monogrammed shirts?" she sniffled

He chuckled "Its Yves Saint Laurent" he clarified

wondering HOW she read that as R&B
She gently slid her index  finger between two buttons

He bend down and licked her tear drops softly

"there is more here" she pointed near her jaw he leaned her on the wall and got it

"and over my tee" she whispered...

He parted her tee and buried his face inside

she squirmed

And smiled...

He lifted his head up and gathered her up again

Holding her chin, as they hovered over each others' lips, wondering who will swoop down first

He did... gentle, feeling her lower lip, not the

"Iam the biggest moron if I am going to let u go home tonight" first kiss by the Monet

He would bring her back to HIS BED from Sam's and she was all his, his gurgling joy came out as a moan...

She chuckled as she caught his roving hand

"U have a one track mind" she scolded him

UNAWARES Ranjan walked in on them

AYYYO!!!!! She hid in his chest wishing she would evaporate and never have to see him again

AYYO!!!!
ranjan cleared his throat
And walked into the lounge without turning back and onwards into the formal living room

She lay panting on his chest, and then punched him

"When I said home I shud have specified upstairs" she cursed

He held her and RANJAN RETURNED

BHALLAS!!!!!!!!!!
ARGHHH!!!
AYYO!!!
AKKA I SHUD HAVE KEPT MY PROMISE
THESE BHALLA MEN ARE PIGS
AYYO
DID I JUST CALL MY FIL NAMES?

She pulled herself away from him

Her face puffy but now coated with embarrassment

"Umm... we were going to Sam's" she informed

"3 BAJE lunch?" he laughed

"I dont know" she mumbled

"U can go with us" R&B offered, running his fingers through his "wife ruffled" curls


"Chaliye jee" Ranjan smiled.

WHAT IS DAD DOING HERE ON A WEEK DAY AFTERNOON AT THREE
WHAT HAPPENS TO EXCELSIOR? HE CANT BE TAKING TIME OFF LIKE THIS?
UNANNOUNCED

AYYO!
I CAN NEVER LOOK AT HIM IN THE FACE AGAIN

"I have something for Lasya, maine diya hi nahi"

"Lets go eat" Rakshasan was getting impatient

she let the men go out and went up quickly
And brought back Lasya's bag

Ranjan waited by the passenger door

I can sit in the back" she spoke impatiently pushing the seat fwd

she did it like a pro scooting back, bending down

Ranjan rode with his son in the front, as his daughter in law sorted a bunch of lil punjabi outfits she had bought for Lasya

in the back.. happy with her choice...
They got off at Sam's she left a tiny dupatta behind she made him open the unlock the door and grabbed it

Handing him her phone to hold

Walked to the door

"Maine to invite TUMHE diya na?" Sam asked sternly

"I found theese people on the side of the road" II chuckled

"Oh na jee na, dont Monet ke paas khare the" Ranjan said LOUDLY

AYYYOOO!!!
"Monet? ke paas?" Sam asked

"Haan kya pata ki gall hai" Ranjan teased further

Lasya leapt from the help's arms to R&B's

FAT, and SHORT in  blue jeans and a white shirt!!!! a printed silk scarf around her
head, knotted up by her ear to keep her curls off her face, she looked like a gypsy
She sucked on R&B's chin

MONET AND SANCTUARY

My thoughts gallop one moment

Dives deep into silence the next

Desires to wipe a tear, conjure a smile

Withdraws and plummets at reticence it encounters

Life teaches me lessons, I am receptive to some reject others

I embrace a few as my own, run away at the slightest fear of being spurned

I look up to some as my own but when daggers  drawn and forces summoned I slink

My heart is fragile and bared before a few

Mistaken intent its most deadly blow

Ammunition available in all lengths and hues

All homo sapiens blessed with tongues and vocal chords to unleash a tirade

Pens and keyboards to shoot out at others

Restraint I need caution at all times

I am hurt and conscious not to hurt others

A smile I wear few notice the effort

Sweet venom others spew I'm armed with anti venom

A lotus of peace he reminds me of every minute

The spell I am under makes me desire

To embody the virtues I so admire

This too shall pass I whisper and move

Sob or sulk my heart out in the comfort of solitude

His and mine our secret abode our symphony

 

 

A reassuring and sweet update.

Loved every letter in this update..

I knew she want to go MM before Sam's...
Dude didn't spit anything.. He just said "Enough II" and hugged her...
These Bhalla men are really something... 😛

Wonderful Wonderful Nisha...Edited by putti77 - 8 years ago

Loooll!!

wow!!!
superaitund!!!❤️

Nisha : sorry I went over imaginative with the presence of ranjan at home at 3






Edited by NSB7 - 8 years ago