Rajalakshmi Prithviraj's Blog, page 3

My Childhood

All of us are children,Unique, me and you.Childhood can be happy,It can be different too.
Most children live with siblings,And both parents too.Yet some don't have a parent,I am one of such few.
Today as a child I am here,Eager to tell you all,About a Dad I never see,A Dad who never calls.
Though you cannot meet him,I want you all to know,All about my Daddy,How much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories,He taught me to ride my bike,He surprised me with chocolates,And gave me things I like.
Y...

Reunion

I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to a stop. I wish I could revert back to the date 30th August to be precise. The happening of that day that year is still etched in my mind. What followed later is something my family cannot and it should not forget.

The mood had been set and Mother Nature aided us in the process. The morning sky was a peaceful blue, absolutely perfect for the events that would be unfolding in a short while. Weather was pleasant and the people I w...

Dearest Sweetheart

Dearest Sweetheart up in heaven,Hear me out today,There is someone who is joining you,He is already on his way.
When you left, to join up there,I found brothers who made life worthwhile,He was one, amongst them all,His presence brought in a smile.
He speaks fast but knows it all,He is your youngster as well,A brother, a guide, a friend in need,He drew me out of my shell.
Take care of him and under your wings,No better soul you will find,Comfort him, tell him we are there,For a family he has left...

Us...

There are days when I want to write,
But my ink runs dry.
I still have unanswered questions,
Many 'what if' and 'why'.
My heart still has an aching void,
The world can never fill.
Yet every single moment in life,
You remain my strength, my will.

I laugh and smile, 'monkey' around,
I wear make-up too.
For my every nerve, every cell,
Still shouts out for you.
You taught me love is eternal,
It can never die.
No matter where my life path goes,
Its always "You and I".

I do have my fleeting moments,
When pained emo...

Life

Time once gone never returns,So just do what your heart yearns. 
Live each moment like its last, Else 'twill become a thing of past. 
Love like you'll never love again, Take a walk or dance in the rain. 
Just do what your heart says is right,Even if the brain puts up a fight. 
Sing the songs you've wanted to sing,Live your life like a Queen or King. 
Some day when you are weary and small,Thoughts will knock and give a call.
Memories of moments you have lived and g...

Friends, Memories And More

Happy Friendship Day said Facebook to me. I smiled. Really!!! I mean do I really need one particular day to celebrate the existence of my friends? Personally, I do not. My friends matter a lot to me. I do not need one day in a year to acknowledge their presence. In fact they have quietly walked into my life and stood by me at all times. 
I still remember when I was a kid, with my pigtails swaying behind as I danced on my way to school. There were days when I would get late for the morning...

Kitchen Tales

A tale to help teach kids the art of cooking.

Flashback

My life is no less than a "Big Picture". I know, a lot of water has flown under the bridge of time. Yet, sometimes, a teeny weeny voice inside my head tells me to ponder, to introspect. And when I happen to have few minutes all to myself I do.

Today was one such day when I went on a trip down my memory lane. As usual, my thoughts go back to a point, one that I call "A Point Of No Return". I call it so because however much I want I can never ever turn back time nor change whatever happened.

Am I...

Purple Warriors

Once upon a time in Fairyland,There were four hundred and sixty three princesAnd only three princessesEach of them different,Unique,And with a mind of their own.TheyWere the chosen ones.Chosen to be togetherFor monthsIn salubrious climes.
Months passed,Seasons changed.Arguments turned into agreements,Conflicts became friendships.Slowly,Olives, whites and blues turned purple.Not exact but nearing perfection.
All good things do endAnd so did their story.These fairy warriorsMetamorphed into kings...

S For Silence

I am the tears an orphan cries,Or the pain a widow feels.I am hidden behind happy smiles,And in joy when a wound heals.I am present when raindrops fall,Pitter-patter on the earth.I am spoken when no words are said,To tell a man his true worth.