Gurugram – Borderless

By Alpana

Saying 'womb to tomb' is injustice
to all that transpires in between.
Crying, burping and running around like a monkey.
In fact, telling how a monkey sounds
Because the baby is blooming,
not like a flower
but like a rainbow,
not limited to just seven hues
but acing a colourful feat
up in the sky,
in full prime.
A view for sore eyes.
A babble for parched soul,
and a movement for a still transient life.
The baby is blooming,
chasing flies unabashedly,
gyrating to grandma's prayers playfully,
calling birdies of all shapes
and waving to cows every now and then.
Because the baby is blooming.
more than what her mother imagined,
better than what her father planned.
My baby.

Alpana teaches in a government college of Gurugram, Haryana. She can either be found gyrating to her toddler’s jingles or googling nutrition loaded baby recipes, her favourite pastime these days.

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The Self I Adorn

The self I adorn is the self, draped in a saree, prim and proper. well pleated, pinned, yet flowy. The self I adorn is the self, carrying a book, a book about hope or a book about sunshine. The self I adorn is the self, tiptoeing, but with poise. Why tiptoe, you ask? Because the baby is in deep slumber, dreaming of ships, the moon and the barnyard mother tells her about. The self I adorn is the self, indulged in parenting, calm and slow, taxing but full of content. The self I adorn is the self, living to the full, not everyday, but trying every moment!