tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240712392024-03-27T00:47:34.819-07:00Chronicles Of Bridget Jones Reincarnate.."There will be a time when you believe everything is finished, THAT will be the beginning" - Louis L'AmourGayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.comBlogger544125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-91481803388564931962024-03-25T09:54:00.000-07:002024-03-25T17:49:45.294-07:00Kidney Stones <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYwxOUvAAylfbfMlJCAWkrCDAqxY3w57f5Jix8sS-MIDO_sCB-gg-tihPG1eDDnm8yvEQJz7CDHKTXqY2Vn0jqXfwy-_xnqUK_NJ-8OjCY3q_SZfU4_TT9ehWHk7oEksP5qPgQqe6gmofcehVEv1X8BssWcz6xy6erl8sHUv3NN1Haq0_8Ubn/s4624/IMG_20240325_210607.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYwxOUvAAylfbfMlJCAWkrCDAqxY3w57f5Jix8sS-MIDO_sCB-gg-tihPG1eDDnm8yvEQJz7CDHKTXqY2Vn0jqXfwy-_xnqUK_NJ-8OjCY3q_SZfU4_TT9ehWHk7oEksP5qPgQqe6gmofcehVEv1X8BssWcz6xy6erl8sHUv3NN1Haq0_8Ubn/s320/IMG_20240325_210607.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Scan centers and doctor's clinics,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Enter only to exit as a relic,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The waiting period is tediously long,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And you realise all your calculations have gone wrong,</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Are you from Chennai? Did you work abroad? Is that a cross tattooed on your arm? And what is your job? </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Were just some of the questions thrown my way, by the scan doctor's assistant,</p><p style="text-align: center;">The more I chuckled, the more he got persistent,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So I gave in to his curious questioning,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And suddenly realised how I must be threatening,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Blissfully quiet folks,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Who refuse to give me responses or laugh at any of my jokes,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Now my arm hurts,</p><p style="text-align: center;">So I'm just going to give into sleep, before it gets worse.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-22340395492696515912024-03-22T03:50:00.000-07:002024-03-22T03:50:39.614-07:00Summers <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwuZlQ7Yoz5722m21dwnNthi7bOz1xvP4ME9enq5EfAI-bMIDP3cmWJCy_uiTTmLtHeeahlBXWPzgH3dinwqwxsfi6lUUtp0sTw-8iFiJFi8eeqqMa_LxzjCn17Lu2ekHhruR0de2pBSdHEe8rJAFpAflxx9k1Ommwm6b8H69z9tIv_YLB_VI/s1600/IMG-20220813-WA0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwuZlQ7Yoz5722m21dwnNthi7bOz1xvP4ME9enq5EfAI-bMIDP3cmWJCy_uiTTmLtHeeahlBXWPzgH3dinwqwxsfi6lUUtp0sTw-8iFiJFi8eeqqMa_LxzjCn17Lu2ekHhruR0de2pBSdHEe8rJAFpAflxx9k1Ommwm6b8H69z9tIv_YLB_VI/s320/IMG-20220813-WA0010.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Chennai summers have claimed it's first victim,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">One week since my tum has been throwing a tantrum,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So I ran to the doctor, only to learn,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Good health has to be earned,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Not enough fibre, not enough water,</p><p style="text-align: center;">What in God's name are you eating, she made me ponder,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Chicken puffs from hot breads,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And steaming hot gaajar halwa to keep a cool head,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Not good enough apparently,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Summers are for clean eating and improving your tum's warranty,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm still down and out,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Nursing my painful tum with a pout.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-42919838015713825392024-03-19T04:09:00.000-07:002024-03-19T04:09:22.995-07:00Chilli Chicken <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pMCS1TR4Wyo" width="320" youtube-src-id="pMCS1TR4Wyo"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Broken soul, broken heart, broken bones,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Chilli chicken can solve all your groans,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">This deep fried delight,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Has always helped me rewrite,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My mood in a jiff,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I just have to catch a whiff,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Of this childhood nostalgia drowning in soya sauce,</p><p style="text-align: center;">My mind instantly takes a pause,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I suddenly have the strength to conquer the world,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And handle anything that is hurled,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">From unpleasant to disgusting,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I find myself readjusting,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My expectations of everything,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And suddenly I'm no longer carrying,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The weight of the world on my shoulders.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-4505124272824088852024-03-15T19:48:00.000-07:002024-03-15T20:12:36.763-07:00Devyani<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlX0ixsnUFdDtyAqqKwMcNxVk_vVczfpLZAZXvROepDvGnBosuDFmFd7MkGFi2kh7dfFnnX98oKEH0iMabsvwYbf8K7nrRWcP4ZsRVZVl1dd3BrrYPchvjf2es-Nb5EVbztiY_eaYJ0NhKAsR9pD0ge1ilVuAvLqnCE7j9snn7MO7g9kYEG5Ec/s4608/IMG_20240315_170642.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlX0ixsnUFdDtyAqqKwMcNxVk_vVczfpLZAZXvROepDvGnBosuDFmFd7MkGFi2kh7dfFnnX98oKEH0iMabsvwYbf8K7nrRWcP4ZsRVZVl1dd3BrrYPchvjf2es-Nb5EVbztiY_eaYJ0NhKAsR9pD0ge1ilVuAvLqnCE7j9snn7MO7g9kYEG5Ec/s320/IMG_20240315_170642.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Devyani and I, </div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Could have married each other, in the blink of an eye,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">She's sweet and romantic,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thoughtful and empathetic,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">We even look alike,</p><p style="text-align: center;">So do our kids, who look at each other with delight,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I eat her brain,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And she mine, come rain,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Or shine,</p><p style="text-align: center;">There's no one in the world, I'd rather go and whine,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">We can talk for hours, on the same topic,</p><p style="text-align: center;">We look at it from every angle - philosophic and microscopic,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">At the end of our banter,</p><p style="text-align: center;">We have no real answers, except that she understands me and I, her,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">That's what girlfriends are for,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Their emotional bandwith is stronger than Thor. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-60420654886571767812024-03-15T08:59:00.000-07:002024-03-15T09:01:33.313-07:00Vacuum <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUcU2y38L0AD3s_9X99f8OJtmfMvoc5ruNZexDm2wRGmbX5hq3tBnp5x4meRgmvtp1xvzmsqfsMwMZb-eyucpfCvewq_NoJL00hUVkxDYnWkGcEkcaAxROZlwOXcW-lom6kafI4wYGZwy9Ep68ek9Cy9q8L501E-mlaxm6IJDLkoIEulDRgR9/s1600/IMG-20220319-WA0003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUcU2y38L0AD3s_9X99f8OJtmfMvoc5ruNZexDm2wRGmbX5hq3tBnp5x4meRgmvtp1xvzmsqfsMwMZb-eyucpfCvewq_NoJL00hUVkxDYnWkGcEkcaAxROZlwOXcW-lom6kafI4wYGZwy9Ep68ek9Cy9q8L501E-mlaxm6IJDLkoIEulDRgR9/s320/IMG-20220319-WA0003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An empty house,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">A life without a spouse,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It's a hollow feeling,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Yet I'm a master at concealing,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My true feelings,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I numbed it out, for the longest time, under the pretext of healing,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Truth be told,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm completely sold,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">On the concept of love,</p><p style="text-align: center;">For I experience it everyday, right here and from up above,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What's the point in living,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Without wholeheartedly giving,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I have another adventure left in me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And hopefully I'll find a love, as breathtaking as the sea.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-23678382528289985672024-03-15T00:21:00.000-07:002024-03-15T00:24:10.428-07:00Hospitals <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvYFgITNFEDwuxirErTxUnPnPfSQKNYcTzxho2b9v9hC0mzkG3Wk1CM11Ebvc8RgAmErpdodT-tScISY6TY4QA7jbVfnwEj46BLORCPVWK8jXZqFFOfjQqz1Lrhr1OKBnAcCznfsDBKM6HSnXurWtYpJ6kfRAuyRt-t5H_zeWnxPZnFgwg3Nw/s4624/IMG_20240315_130231.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvYFgITNFEDwuxirErTxUnPnPfSQKNYcTzxho2b9v9hC0mzkG3Wk1CM11Ebvc8RgAmErpdodT-tScISY6TY4QA7jbVfnwEj46BLORCPVWK8jXZqFFOfjQqz1Lrhr1OKBnAcCznfsDBKM6HSnXurWtYpJ6kfRAuyRt-t5H_zeWnxPZnFgwg3Nw/s320/IMG_20240315_130231.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An assortment of people,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Couples, the elderly and little people,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The little ones show obvious resistance,</p><p style="text-align: center;">The elderly oblige as per their doctor's insistence,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You're always called an entire hour early,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ensuring that by the time you leave, you're crabby and surly,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The steady buzz of conversation flows,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Whether you're feeling high or low,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I've thankfully had good doctors,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You could call them amusing talkers,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I just find the waiting ghastly,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And well past me.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-29401375107818297322024-03-13T23:28:00.000-07:002024-03-13T23:28:36.775-07:00Early Morning Dips <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3bT1QLRNbD_L8fAMLp4KvXcftKWg-Wv9EgN8m7d194K8Cbpq-oIySBwm0_hQGbBZ8l7oOjVFlws3kWWsdhFSPA59UZ1embrSzKVprylqsxv5KNkfvWxawdiwz_R7MxCdOVYfjvZAv3tm6dsHqL0emnr27mkg4TOtzHCWGQJ7BQN9dyf2RQfp/s1080/Screenshot_2024-03-14-12-09-57-24_1c337646f29875672b5a61192b9010f9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1080" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3bT1QLRNbD_L8fAMLp4KvXcftKWg-Wv9EgN8m7d194K8Cbpq-oIySBwm0_hQGbBZ8l7oOjVFlws3kWWsdhFSPA59UZ1embrSzKVprylqsxv5KNkfvWxawdiwz_R7MxCdOVYfjvZAv3tm6dsHqL0emnr27mkg4TOtzHCWGQJ7BQN9dyf2RQfp/s320/Screenshot_2024-03-14-12-09-57-24_1c337646f29875672b5a61192b9010f9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An hour long dip,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Is quite a trip,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Provided you don't have a whole day of work,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'd rather lurk,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Under my bedcovers,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Than stare at my work leftovers, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Super sleepy,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And trying not to be weepy,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">As my Teams messenger goes ping, ping, ping,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I want to mute out the dings,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And bury myself in bed,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Nighty nighty says my head.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-69918926625710507312024-03-10T06:18:00.000-07:002024-03-10T06:18:20.423-07:00Strange World <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTQ6l87GdB_JdXTdoIt1Nzi6sYwwtZCnHkpTAfv1ixuvE7OlnPTqh8-QIm-45hW4PrheW-x0NqLvSfOraUnShcKfsNt3y4XgQQfXDXvDz3MAge0vCihIVYXwAPgUn5tjGnCNK87S_bZUQOrfM-srBruD9DpwvJ_M6vDv9JxRw4Zcb0tiHwNGX/s4624/IMG_20240310_171212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTQ6l87GdB_JdXTdoIt1Nzi6sYwwtZCnHkpTAfv1ixuvE7OlnPTqh8-QIm-45hW4PrheW-x0NqLvSfOraUnShcKfsNt3y4XgQQfXDXvDz3MAge0vCihIVYXwAPgUn5tjGnCNK87S_bZUQOrfM-srBruD9DpwvJ_M6vDv9JxRw4Zcb0tiHwNGX/s320/IMG_20240310_171212.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a strange world we live in,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">We're encouraged to keep our feelings buried deep in,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Open up a little,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And you're belittled,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">We're expected to feel less,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And speak less,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Open up your heart,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And you're considered less smart,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I don't recognise this world,</p><p style="text-align: center;">For I'm from an older world,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My heart will always be big,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Not fickle like a helpless twig,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'll fall down and rise up,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'll always be a storm in a cup,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">All heart, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Right from the start.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-29910066362565656712024-03-09T19:26:00.000-08:002024-03-09T19:29:00.183-08:00Bye Bye Baby<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K3yC8SUK67uWOyYCzNqok6EiyM6CGJtY6o7MMuxcG2r5PHWBIa6IMjdOP7fdBJTgSrZaxFGlsW986xOshElnBTk5QQc9tN9y5tYF5MvNvK-XnDc8SBnkFAmnuA2m6Weym3iFIapiWOIoHc2MzcbPVo6f8PiYK9WKxif-FBnoI9zfnalGEQiL/s1280/IMG-20240310-WA0007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K3yC8SUK67uWOyYCzNqok6EiyM6CGJtY6o7MMuxcG2r5PHWBIa6IMjdOP7fdBJTgSrZaxFGlsW986xOshElnBTk5QQc9tN9y5tYF5MvNvK-XnDc8SBnkFAmnuA2m6Weym3iFIapiWOIoHc2MzcbPVo6f8PiYK9WKxif-FBnoI9zfnalGEQiL/s320/IMG-20240310-WA0007.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Missing my little boy already,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure if I'm ready,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">To live in an eerily quiet house,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Without a tiny person asking me a million doubts,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Why, why and why,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Twenty four hours just fly,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Answering his endless questions,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And listening to his old man suggestions,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">No clay dough boxes to trip over,</p><p style="text-align: center;">No one to ask me, if my work is over,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">No one to read bed time stories to,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Who knew,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I was going to miss the chaos this much,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Suddenly, everything in the house yearns </p><p style="text-align: center;">for my baby's touch.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-71541371001090461462024-03-08T21:48:00.000-08:002024-03-08T21:49:07.865-08:00Ticking Timebomb <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhil-b33xf8BYUsnjXpkwHo8DwZA3nQJUvpNIuqUHiQnotBg013zwtpxFNff2L_x5r6rAWBweDoCNvhsqrpgV-_Q0OX4kqVtqEcY-RHjH8rwGZ9r00wc7mpQpTZmtk52qMPiwllVzZvsIp-7gGcRWeEDjcAhLK6aBKgPQpBJUBXPyZCZPUzZbTp/s4608/IMG_20240308_192530.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhil-b33xf8BYUsnjXpkwHo8DwZA3nQJUvpNIuqUHiQnotBg013zwtpxFNff2L_x5r6rAWBweDoCNvhsqrpgV-_Q0OX4kqVtqEcY-RHjH8rwGZ9r00wc7mpQpTZmtk52qMPiwllVzZvsIp-7gGcRWeEDjcAhLK6aBKgPQpBJUBXPyZCZPUzZbTp/s320/IMG_20240308_192530.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know what's worse than vomiting,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Projectile vomiting,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And my son is quite an expert in the act,</p><p style="text-align: center;">He can keep at it, until he's completely smacked,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">He has zero immunity,</p><p style="text-align: center;">We're at the hospital at every given opportunity,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">He's tired of looking at his doctor's face,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And she's all too familiar with his case,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Picky eater, lots of chatter,</p><p style="text-align: center;">An aggressive diary and sugar whacker,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Raising a toddler is hardwork,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Only 20 years to go and hopefully life will be less berserk.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-83234733142316467762024-03-08T08:08:00.000-08:002024-03-08T08:26:11.914-08:00My Little Squirt <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LntQIAFUEue_USBbgwaOKVgirh9WEaCuEZAVp8irAbC-LJxScKurre-EUcBrX5eJuva_aCr8ahwbmd5pYsMOkDvPiRJA71cGJ9FveRh4e0RVtB2nnYdJ8IniDoF0k0t9r0lWWah7aTIzRAAgJ29dtL7J6w4H8wUf6p-XJQRVrlLn1LcqDLID/s4624/IMG_20240308_181335.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LntQIAFUEue_USBbgwaOKVgirh9WEaCuEZAVp8irAbC-LJxScKurre-EUcBrX5eJuva_aCr8ahwbmd5pYsMOkDvPiRJA71cGJ9FveRh4e0RVtB2nnYdJ8IniDoF0k0t9r0lWWah7aTIzRAAgJ29dtL7J6w4H8wUf6p-XJQRVrlLn1LcqDLID/s320/IMG_20240308_181335.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just when I think I'll miss my little squirt,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">He lets out oceans of puke, that luckily splattered far away from my flowery skirt,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I was gloomy just a second ago,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Wondering how I'll live in an empty house, with no toddlers to show,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">As I started cleaning up the contents of his tum,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I began to feel less and less glum,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe this time off, is not a bad idea after all,</p><p style="text-align: center;">An occasional call,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Just to see his toothless smile,</p><p style="text-align: center;">From a few thousand miles,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Might just be the break that I deserve,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Let him drive other people nuts and get on their nerves,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm happy to be temporarily relieved from mommy duties.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-12393006144536120282024-03-07T08:05:00.000-08:002024-03-07T08:06:57.173-08:00Grief <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZugulDTmkfhnKSvFQ7_J8iQUcO2kOZf5Kc7hIPV7UVcrBj9HbZMpljV5sbPQw9rmDtrAfpD5V5eh00h_VcgSAAH2YvN0TZ9o1vBvsegPuBSOLXCUiatCoNSTDOuGm8DiH_GmZ1LSMeRUidYngiBaVkd2KAVCCrTM8zxFz9m4XzsvKgTUGkOg/s1600/IMG-20220318-WA0033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZugulDTmkfhnKSvFQ7_J8iQUcO2kOZf5Kc7hIPV7UVcrBj9HbZMpljV5sbPQw9rmDtrAfpD5V5eh00h_VcgSAAH2YvN0TZ9o1vBvsegPuBSOLXCUiatCoNSTDOuGm8DiH_GmZ1LSMeRUidYngiBaVkd2KAVCCrTM8zxFz9m4XzsvKgTUGkOg/s320/IMG-20220318-WA0033.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What grief did to me,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Was set me free,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I no longer want to be polite,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Or put up a fight, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For pretences,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You live and you die, on the very same day, I wonder why this isn't common sense,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My grief heightened my senses,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I began to wear different lenses,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">There are moments when I feel completely alone,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And I try my best not to groan,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Things could have been worse,</p><p style="text-align: center;">My life is not such a curse,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">One day, I'll be completely happy,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Until then, I'll try not to be snappy.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-67305954709193111722024-03-06T06:32:00.000-08:002024-03-06T06:32:46.488-08:00Opinions <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-vhTWRU0wH-CJFYHmP-zfQdWbz5yus1QLefPbPGWPlECtIli5Wwjl_6TkgqPIYguokRn0fphihI6rerkilfv-LFne_RfLuCY1vvy5rTNHTx6z9_MBv-gTo0Mo0VlF-DO7Y8oAanGVovR0-qJ8Ua4mDwCeGzIvLY6wKV4ASMtceDv40x5k_KP/s1600/IMG-20220813-WA0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-vhTWRU0wH-CJFYHmP-zfQdWbz5yus1QLefPbPGWPlECtIli5Wwjl_6TkgqPIYguokRn0fphihI6rerkilfv-LFne_RfLuCY1vvy5rTNHTx6z9_MBv-gTo0Mo0VlF-DO7Y8oAanGVovR0-qJ8Ua4mDwCeGzIvLY6wKV4ASMtceDv40x5k_KP/s320/IMG-20220813-WA0014.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Opinions are like farts,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">You must part,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">With them, the minute something unpleasant is said,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Give it zero space in your head,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Lest you drive yourself mad,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Forget about it and you will be glad,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">No one's opinion should matter to you,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Except yours,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Slipknot did say people = shit,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Now you know why, some days you take a hit,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Others, you fly by,</p><p style="text-align: center;">So don't bother asking why,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">When stupid opinions are passed,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Allow it to leave your mind fast. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-8154808470025744002024-03-05T17:04:00.000-08:002024-03-05T17:04:42.801-08:00Ada Pradhaman <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KxiUsmibmak" width="320" youtube-src-id="KxiUsmibmak"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Childhood in a bowl,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">This milky dessert has captured my soul,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Milk, sugar and ada,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You can't look at it and say, you'll have nada,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My first slurp of this heavenly delight,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Was on a sadhya leaf, when the tum was far from light,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My heart was a goner in the first lick,</p><p style="text-align: center;">My mouth was quick,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">To ask for a second, third and fourth serving,</p><p style="text-align: center;">By now, the tum was working overtime and churning,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The already existing contents of the sadya,</p><p style="text-align: center;">That's the whole point of sadyas,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You eat and overeat, from start to finish,</p><p style="text-align: center;">So that the rest of the day you can diminish,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">By eating, sleeping and farting, in no particular order.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-38531403037709419822024-03-03T06:52:00.000-08:002024-03-03T06:52:45.568-08:00Home Alone<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUc2Z5xXjmrfXr7bgJWGgrKkfh8ieH8-8BCcUEik0pU-Ro1ePyzU8JtO0XH4Z_PNvBFgOTS3gqRyRYsm9LZPog_UqZ4SVykXLPh67qm_JIIDbmbkJPui9EJLbOjKxoDRVxWFlvAN5TRqAjQwlE8aegwTDwMZ_n5DCWh1eHRVsz9LiY1Z5TCKrx/s4624/IMG_20240303_195326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUc2Z5xXjmrfXr7bgJWGgrKkfh8ieH8-8BCcUEik0pU-Ro1ePyzU8JtO0XH4Z_PNvBFgOTS3gqRyRYsm9LZPog_UqZ4SVykXLPh67qm_JIIDbmbkJPui9EJLbOjKxoDRVxWFlvAN5TRqAjQwlE8aegwTDwMZ_n5DCWh1eHRVsz9LiY1Z5TCKrx/s320/IMG_20240303_195326.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Home alone for the next three weeks,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Without my hyperactive bundle, has my heart in erratic beats,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">No 25,000 calls a day from my parents,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Bang in the middle of my busiest and most tense moments,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The thought of being left alone,</p><p style="text-align: center;">For the next three entire weeks, is leaving me forlorn,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Nothing to look forward to at the end of a work day,</p><p style="text-align: center;">They'd be close to 5000 miles away, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What am I supposed to do,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Except feel blue,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">All alone, so alone,</p><p style="text-align: center;">In a big empty house, I'll be home alone. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-30112258745495767392024-03-02T09:49:00.000-08:002024-03-02T09:56:35.603-08:00Life<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh591rti2303QBtA5FabZBdHepgkj-0kn7BRHt4ts9pOS4M0eAaU1gDgf4TTE9xQLUKi03VoPBYhXTGyhNespEqXK1D-yx4w0BB0ZaZ7D81wbCjFX8u5FckFYOiJWuJ406-LQALOzLgKYVvExZw6ObDzOIPOz_04nR3nFZQMTnvUvMnUXvcLuj1/s4608/IMG_20180128_124421.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh591rti2303QBtA5FabZBdHepgkj-0kn7BRHt4ts9pOS4M0eAaU1gDgf4TTE9xQLUKi03VoPBYhXTGyhNespEqXK1D-yx4w0BB0ZaZ7D81wbCjFX8u5FckFYOiJWuJ406-LQALOzLgKYVvExZw6ObDzOIPOz_04nR3nFZQMTnvUvMnUXvcLuj1/s320/IMG_20180128_124421.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Drowning myself in work,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Seemed like the only way to make my hellish life work,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Slowly and steadily, the pain eased,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Yet, there are moments when I feel my heart being squeezed,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I am me, yet not fully me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I will never be free,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">From the memories of the past,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Which were both beautiful and vast,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I found love and peace,</p><p style="text-align: center;">It was brutally brief,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Before I could grapple with what went down,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I felt myself going down,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Drowning in sorrow,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hardly a person, completely hollow,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">But the laughter of the boy who once lived,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Egged me on to live,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Perhaps it is his love,</p><p style="text-align: center;">From up above,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">That has propelled me on,</p><p style="text-align: center;">The darkness quickly gave way to dawn,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I am still me,</p><p style="text-align: center;">With a range of emotions, as chaotic as the sea.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-87794534182044259612024-02-29T07:41:00.000-08:002024-02-29T07:43:05.633-08:00My Empathetic Little One<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3SDLq9mn4bs6kvkTZlJEIW6vQNh5ZRd3N6YpmTh8uAbwXyPaw9Zn1zmWl_72CaIie0kIeMP_ZyEEdTKzvMlwhAw8FPuJOZAaiL_4Gkc8ukH6xsJ7sc4lCgM-p9yDvhS7QusFWPMR0fXtk5S5I8E4cXbxlvW4bVQvqqOx9czwnxY-PKf9sHH0/s4096/IMG_20230802_084001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="3106" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3SDLq9mn4bs6kvkTZlJEIW6vQNh5ZRd3N6YpmTh8uAbwXyPaw9Zn1zmWl_72CaIie0kIeMP_ZyEEdTKzvMlwhAw8FPuJOZAaiL_4Gkc8ukH6xsJ7sc4lCgM-p9yDvhS7QusFWPMR0fXtk5S5I8E4cXbxlvW4bVQvqqOx9czwnxY-PKf9sHH0/s320/IMG_20230802_084001.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Go ahead and do your work mumma",</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Says my little one with a little ummah,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">On my shoulder,</p><p style="text-align: center;">"I'll work on a cool laptop too, when I'm older",</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">He mutters under his breath,</p><p style="text-align: center;">My weakness and my strength,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My little boy,</p><p style="text-align: center;">With his endless demand for toys,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Show me the money you made today mumma",</p><p style="text-align: center;">He says with another ummah,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"I love my mumma very much",</p><p style="text-align: center;">"She makes the money for my monthly toys", he says with a gentle touch,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Or with a mega hug, </p><p style="text-align: center;">That involves running off the bed and throwing himself on me like a thug,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What would I do without my baby boy,</p><p style="text-align: center;">He keeps me sane, despite his fixation for a million toys. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-25339965023233392432024-02-27T17:19:00.000-08:002024-02-27T17:32:56.883-08:00Toddlers <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA5X8gloAxRooUDKshZW6RTHq_vEaZRUpaLvx6LPy5uFlOS-OSYAwHB_VxcrvsMmtEPCmkvdHpEgr4ezdESYNxCZamDhVO9G4R2Yr29z3gp0i_UPsn5M8VwavgP9YmsN8Ekns286tPPEJu8S5LQKKHzm8ggL-CdWc8POyQxnF2IDSlyQjynJC/s4096/IMG_20231209_160701.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="3106" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA5X8gloAxRooUDKshZW6RTHq_vEaZRUpaLvx6LPy5uFlOS-OSYAwHB_VxcrvsMmtEPCmkvdHpEgr4ezdESYNxCZamDhVO9G4R2Yr29z3gp0i_UPsn5M8VwavgP9YmsN8Ekns286tPPEJu8S5LQKKHzm8ggL-CdWc8POyQxnF2IDSlyQjynJC/s320/IMG_20231209_160701.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No one can love you,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">And hate you, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And love you all over again,</p><p style="text-align: center;">On the same day, without so much as twitching a vein,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">They're melodramatic and calm,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Their moods, like a ticking time bomb,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Tears are shed like waterfalls,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Alongside ear-shattering bawls,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">They're not evil,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Their love for you is pure, think Vin Diesel,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">From the Pacifier,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Their tiny hearts merely desire,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Undivided attention from you,</p><p style="text-align: center;">They will pursue you,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Until you put everything aside and cuddle them, </p><p style="text-align: center;">It's a win-win, for you'll both instantly feel less glum. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-60983581401164061272024-02-26T08:10:00.000-08:002024-02-26T08:10:56.345-08:00XS Hair, XL Face<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3Cfnzz0pjeDUk9EpwmIM3sn3cUTPif9naeR_m8w1YamPcaDi8Kd1f3nmet2EZd0qhGYF_qZ9z1_RPvLswpr8T9xFPAc4kbpCH1ZN-YFj61TMiBh7Oslc57H2RaJg44Zf_vrJ_Zs7A8EEV3QdRqxyiLIEZ6IV_EzOcgueXbRz2RH67Xlz36GH/s4608/IMG_20240225_123719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3Cfnzz0pjeDUk9EpwmIM3sn3cUTPif9naeR_m8w1YamPcaDi8Kd1f3nmet2EZd0qhGYF_qZ9z1_RPvLswpr8T9xFPAc4kbpCH1ZN-YFj61TMiBh7Oslc57H2RaJg44Zf_vrJ_Zs7A8EEV3QdRqxyiLIEZ6IV_EzOcgueXbRz2RH67Xlz36GH/s320/IMG_20240225_123719.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What was my barber thinking,</div></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">With his razor sharp scissors and excessive blinking,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">As he chopped off all my hair,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Did he want to make me look like a baby bear,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The bangs are nice and long,</p><p style="text-align: center;">But the sides are all wrong,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I suddenly look like a very confused woman, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Who could pass off to be a man,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My big round cheeks,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Are no longer playing hide and seek,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Under my neatly fallen hair,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Instead there's only air,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And no protection from the big bad world,</p><p style="text-align: center;">They've been unfurled,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">In all their round glory,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I can't wait for them to be a forgotten story,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Under my bouncy little bob,</p><p style="text-align: center;">That no longer is a bob,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I self soothe, by convincing myself it's just hair,</p><p style="text-align: center;">It will grow back, faster than climbing stairs. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-68823274643944858652024-02-25T18:22:00.000-08:002024-02-25T18:22:42.770-08:00Unrequited Feelings <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMwC0XWy7UoxcKyq4ath-00T65RjyG6S-OtH9zjK-Ak2abgjGB0Hwsux49GKM-2t0H9A5G9oFJ5KBS9KTu7Ld4Rmh3d-boNxf1KyTEnsyAJEbp8KWwxUWfgg0DMGOH00-J9hYCLe5IFlsgmjen6c3m-cmwuLpnlDvt8Q9N7jIrm68Iy5XVrUn/s1600/IMG-20220313-WA0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMwC0XWy7UoxcKyq4ath-00T65RjyG6S-OtH9zjK-Ak2abgjGB0Hwsux49GKM-2t0H9A5G9oFJ5KBS9KTu7Ld4Rmh3d-boNxf1KyTEnsyAJEbp8KWwxUWfgg0DMGOH00-J9hYCLe5IFlsgmjen6c3m-cmwuLpnlDvt8Q9N7jIrm68Iy5XVrUn/s320/IMG-20220313-WA0035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unrequited feelings are like digging into mutton biryani minus the pieces,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Your heart will always be in teeny-tiny pieces,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Will you ever get a piece or not,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Your mind is always in knots,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Dump that biryani before further damage to the soul,</p><p style="text-align: center;">As it is you have deep gaping holes,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You've somewhat managed to fill them,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Now why search for non-existent stems,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You marinated the mutton enough,</p><p style="text-align: center;">It still wants to be cold and tough,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Let that biryani go,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Perhaps it wants to be eaten by other crows.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-64960147679172840162024-02-25T09:13:00.000-08:002024-02-25T16:17:59.046-08:00Bailey's<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrY0gxsrK6JVAQ7Y6bECMXNISNUD09M2NECW8DbrRhNnGze2MMv47wrzkwYCpODJ9SGZ47yS7DcELZPMx8OGV3OlSwFwq6XCaXEy_FeurcyWmNkzuGZ_aD62Qah6tk3tDul9hcEiLNWntOKGLNEECe349Ym84BFGyEYdqMSPps8IN881mTt01/s1429/Screenshot_2024-02-25-22-55-14-73_6012fa4d4ddec268fc5c7112cbb265e7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrY0gxsrK6JVAQ7Y6bECMXNISNUD09M2NECW8DbrRhNnGze2MMv47wrzkwYCpODJ9SGZ47yS7DcELZPMx8OGV3OlSwFwq6XCaXEy_FeurcyWmNkzuGZ_aD62Qah6tk3tDul9hcEiLNWntOKGLNEECe349Ym84BFGyEYdqMSPps8IN881mTt01/s320/Screenshot_2024-02-25-22-55-14-73_6012fa4d4ddec268fc5c7112cbb265e7.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chocolate, original, strawberry, espresso and hazelnut,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Every flavour drives me nuts,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I fell in love with this decadent drink,</p><p style="text-align: center;">In a blink,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It was greed at first sip,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And then it never left my lips,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">22 blissful years,</p><p style="text-align: center;">With this bottle, she's always lent me a patient ear,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Of course, Bailey's is a woman,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sweet, but packs a punch, a burst of flavours, far from wooden,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Almost missed my brother's wedding in its entirety, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Because I was lying blissfully drunk in various corners of the house, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Much to my mother's annoyance,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I appeared joyous,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Despite her verbal thrashing,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And non verbal thrashing,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Which had no effect on me apparently,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I was fast asleep and quite pleasantly,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My bottle of Bailey's and I,</p><p style="text-align: center;">We've always seen eye to eye,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">She's seen me though my teens,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And always been behind the scenes,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Through smiles and tears,</p><p style="text-align: center;">My Bailey's has stuck with me through the years. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-57094148999814003802024-02-24T18:43:00.000-08:002024-02-24T18:43:39.634-08:00Beauty and the Beast <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAl86D6gP6Di_Wcjy-zmcoPLKAEERopgsRWoOSzHpk7aa4NVI7PPUQkql89GrtAOH7Xv3suvOwZu-L4oNar6P6KJOk7W-Y5q0NExYwCoX9_WfivQOa2pte0z12FhV-pS2lZ4ML57J-Sr8wvPGtIGOYijWcCiQLrlsTv8h0NbicaUb3zLr1UOjB/s1445/Screenshot_2024-02-25-08-22-35-15_965bbf4d18d205f782c6b8409c5773a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1445" data-original-width="1079" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAl86D6gP6Di_Wcjy-zmcoPLKAEERopgsRWoOSzHpk7aa4NVI7PPUQkql89GrtAOH7Xv3suvOwZu-L4oNar6P6KJOk7W-Y5q0NExYwCoX9_WfivQOa2pte0z12FhV-pS2lZ4ML57J-Sr8wvPGtIGOYijWcCiQLrlsTv8h0NbicaUb3zLr1UOjB/s320/Screenshot_2024-02-25-08-22-35-15_965bbf4d18d205f782c6b8409c5773a4.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The greatest love story of all time,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Evergreen time after time,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A love story between woman and beast,</p><p style="text-align: center;">He decided to tie his unruly hair up in a bow, at the very least, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">She opened up to him about her fears,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And he gave her an empathetic ear,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">They held on to each other,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Without a bother,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And care in the world,</p><p style="text-align: center;">People's opinions, they shunned and turned,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A blind eye,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Alas, it was time for the Beast to say bye,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">But Beauty's love for him,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ensured his chances of death were slim,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The greatest love story of all time,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Evergreen, time after time.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-2509492729164121142024-02-24T17:46:00.000-08:002024-02-24T17:49:19.371-08:00Space<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjObMWAzUVbw_w1dhZ0xa1h8j1BwApgNPJKED0xBP6R_DfrTzBcokvCNApCJ24oUfZBNhCBtBw96UwfuOtltZoTk0mrK9CsjVP78YB7N4NNW9accxn-DsSS5vn5s0ogE8imGh_BAePO7MrsAMqIcPKx9eRH3fOqXUOIMNFdMX0lkbLIGInt7pl5/s4624/IMG_20240211_105006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjObMWAzUVbw_w1dhZ0xa1h8j1BwApgNPJKED0xBP6R_DfrTzBcokvCNApCJ24oUfZBNhCBtBw96UwfuOtltZoTk0mrK9CsjVP78YB7N4NNW9accxn-DsSS5vn5s0ogE8imGh_BAePO7MrsAMqIcPKx9eRH3fOqXUOIMNFdMX0lkbLIGInt7pl5/s320/IMG_20240211_105006.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What is space, when you're a toddler mom?</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">The house is always in the middle of a storm,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The chatter is endless,</p><p style="text-align: center;">The supply of love is boundless,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So topics like space and silence,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sounds like creating unnecessary distance,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Hop on boats whole-heartedly,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Or not at all, anything in-between is an anomaly,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Take your big heart,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Along with all those thoughts and keep creating art,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">One day, you'll find someone appreciating the strokes of your brush,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Until then, relax, breathe it all in and don't be in a rush,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Good things take time,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like a cuckoo clocks chime.</p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-78749550909889577162024-02-23T08:30:00.000-08:002024-02-23T08:30:41.852-08:00Goodbyes <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTJuJ5VT-2QrfhAbjmPyDDfOpEUDCgge2A5Y45uotKRumUGASlsN2qafsvTeAKH6-_poVrJlX1iiVKV-quCqka5cScw6Gt7e0HU3JzvCgO-PLf8A3n4Tcll-ZyH3aLuociWfL6OD3xvHFGsiheR3giuYnIDtzZDjgpNpiooN56yiDgNm8c7U1/s1024/IMG-20231226-WA0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTJuJ5VT-2QrfhAbjmPyDDfOpEUDCgge2A5Y45uotKRumUGASlsN2qafsvTeAKH6-_poVrJlX1iiVKV-quCqka5cScw6Gt7e0HU3JzvCgO-PLf8A3n4Tcll-ZyH3aLuociWfL6OD3xvHFGsiheR3giuYnIDtzZDjgpNpiooN56yiDgNm8c7U1/s320/IMG-20231226-WA0035.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The worst goodbyes,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Are the ones where you didn't even get to say hi,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Nice and proper,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Blink and it's over, like a speedy chopper,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You're left scratching your head,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Wondering what you could have said,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">To stay in that moment a little longer,</p><p style="text-align: center;">It's best to not linger,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Over memories of the past,</p><p style="text-align: center;">However great they were, for it did not last,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So pack up your feelings, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Focus on healing,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Only things that are meant to stay,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Will stay,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Move along, there's nothing left to see,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Unburden your heart and feel free,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Make space for the right ones,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Who will love you tons. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24071239.post-28279183771461602452024-02-23T02:58:00.000-08:002024-02-23T07:20:31.235-08:00Mothers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB4lGZ0D0uOYePdBDiu9GEtS18ZllU_6eLA_cebAzA3PbRDCkXHdvH-j0gpN0pSE9mSjXG2D5zJ1v8pKMwCs3LM8NM87ZKk0Z75-JvZ1n2d8QALVlfWrH3gSMgYBB__Y9Dm6okdEIZo5UipMM35oiXAkMt4skGc-WOMZjspGL5Kickoz9Yn_m/s1024/IMG-20200403-WA0023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB4lGZ0D0uOYePdBDiu9GEtS18ZllU_6eLA_cebAzA3PbRDCkXHdvH-j0gpN0pSE9mSjXG2D5zJ1v8pKMwCs3LM8NM87ZKk0Z75-JvZ1n2d8QALVlfWrH3gSMgYBB__Y9Dm6okdEIZo5UipMM35oiXAkMt4skGc-WOMZjspGL5Kickoz9Yn_m/s320/IMG-20200403-WA0023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mothers, mine to be specific,</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Has always been a critic,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Go to her with a problem,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And she'll sound far from solemn,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">First, you'll receive a whack,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Next, she'll tell you, to stand up for yourself and have a better knack,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For judging people and situations,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Minimize your communications,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Think before you speak,</p><p style="text-align: center;">This is the right technique,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">To deploy in all situations, </p><p style="text-align: center;">This will better your relations,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">At home, work and with your son,</p><p style="text-align: center;">I've seen her soften, only for both her grandsons,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For her own kids, it was always,</p><p style="text-align: center;">"You break my curios, I'll break your bum in many ways",</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">She's a tough one, my mom,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Even when a million bombs burst around her, she's calm. </p>Gayatri Bhadranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641813664276921590noreply@blogger.com0