Enthralling Trails

 “I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.”   ―   Veronica Roth , Meera walked down to her pretty twin daughters. The girls were five years old,  healthy and angel like. It was fun to watch the girls run with  Meera early in the morning walk. Their straight, blunt cut hair flew upwards as they giggled and paced in the park. Just as they crossed the gate, they saw Raju, they yelled ‘Raaaaaju’ and rushed to pet it, but the dog pushed its tail between its legs and ran. Meera tried convincing her kids that it was not Raju. The dog was the same breed with the same striations and tex ture yet Meera knew it was not Raju. Meera bumped into Raju for the first time when she visited her new fla t in the building complex. The edifice had several multistoried blocks and a few row houses. The building, however, opened into a small lane that was ...

“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow traveler of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.”   ―   George Bernard Shaw Neethi saw the message and could not help smiling, it said “ Neethi Amma, I said Good morning and Good night, why no reply”. Neethi started musing at the past  when life took her backwards.  Neethi had been a school teacher for years when she had reared children lovingly. Her life had been customary for thirty five years. It involved an early  morning rouse , cooking brea kfast, lunch, packing all the lunch boxes for her children and husband and managing the maid with the other chores. At the school, she taught sciences for the secondary children and loved learning new things. Her children and husband had been a great help in her successful career. The kids flew away to their own nests with time   leaving Neethi and husband to fend for themselves. Neethi had retired last year, she joined the virtual wo...