Enthralling Trails

“It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”   ―   Mother Teresa ‘ A ayi ’  refers to m other in Marathi, but Lakshmi had graduated from a mother, to a grandmother. Her daughter and her grandchildren loved calling her ‘Aayi’ in Konkani.  She was a native of the lush green Konkan. Aayi began her life with ‘ abu ’ Jagannath in the city of warangal in Andhra Pradesh. She was a tall, healthy lady and Jaggnath a good looking, lean and handsome man. Together they made a handsome couple not only looks wis e, but also mannerism wise. Lakshmi’s family was a large one consisting of seven sisters and the youngest one was the much awaited sibling brother. Her parents were ecstatic over the birth of a boy after seven sisters. The sisters treasured their kid brother. Lakshmi and her sisters got married early owing to the social norms and customs. Lakshmi was blessed with a daughter and a son. The daughter was a replica of Jagannath, the same chiseled features, fa

‘Only that day dawns to which we are awake-Thoreau It lay still in my palm, I shook it, patted it gently, and then moved it vigorously just as one moves his head after a hair wash to sprinkle the water around. Water did spill out of  its body, but the buzz was missing. The best turkey towel was pulled out to wipe it, as it lay smiling in the pink backdrop, its black body glistened spotless. I gently enfolded it in its cover and started it all over again. I prayed fervently for its life, and to my delight, it glowed and came alive, but its voice box remained choked. I wondered whether it was a common cold, and whether I would have to visit the mobile doctor. Well, I needed a mobile doctor, not a movable one, but the technician, a mobile doctor who could bring my Mobile Phone back to  the way of life. Moto G belonged to the Motorola family and came home when Flipkart the online store announced a pre-launch offer.  I don’t remember the  special occasion when I was offered Moto a