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“Friendship is an eternal bond; love care and affection are the ingredients, a constant assurance of one’s presence through thick and thin with a quintessence.”

Today is Friendship’s day. It’s always on a Sunday so what do we do- freak out with friends for a movie, eat out etc. One day dedicated to the angels in our life. We feel blessed that we are surrounded by good souls. Friends are like an extended family. They have always stood by our side when our kith and kin have been aloof. It’s a bond that gets strengthened with each passing day. 

We as a friend motivate each other, share happiness and sorrow with each other. But have we ever thought how we are able to do justice to this lovely relationship. There’s someone who’s the real driving force. The readers might be perplexed and think that maybe it’s another friend because that’s the normal thought process. Think a little bit in terms of self- love. We have a friend within us who performs a dominant role silently. I hope you have guessed it!!!!! It’s the indelible spirit within us that reaches out to others. When we are competent enough to reach out to others then why don’t we keep ourselves bay from pessimism and diffidence? So many times we have helped others overcome troubles but when it comes to us we break-down. Why does this happen?  This is so because we don’t care about ourselves and don’t prioritise our needs, once we start doing it I’m sure we will be courageous enough in facing everything that comes across our lives. On this Friendship’s Day I wish all the readers to fall in love with ourselves first and make their spirit their first bestie.

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As I’m ageing and my hair is turning gray, 

A thought flashes as to why I have to live as others say. 

I see no point investing my energies where it holds no value, 

They are never appreciated and just bid adieu. 

I will not tirelessly try to crave for attention, 

For there’s not a spec of recognition. 

I have no interest in living as others live, 

I have a wish to attract people with the way I live. 

 I will never come down to my knees,

No matter the emptiness I suffer

Alone or accompanied I’ve made up my mind to live fearlessly.

by Sujatha Sairam, Chennai

“Separation is the most painful chapter in a relationship. Often letting go off the old form of the relationship becomes a lesson in pure love much deeper than any other thing.”

Does separation mean a legal break-up? Nay, it can also refer to a state of mind where two individuals no longer have warm feelings for each other. It’s like you share the same roof because of societal compulsions after a major difference of opinion. There may be other reasons as well, like bringing up the children, safeguarding the family name etc. This state is far more painful than the legal separation. When we go for a legal separation, we have freedom to take our own decisions thereafter. But when it’s the other way round, life becomes hell. There seems to be a clash for every simple thing. Years of understanding all of a sudden goes down the drain. I just wonder where the wedding vows and promises disappear all of a sudden. Was that also to show off to the world?

I’m sure many women have faced such a trauma. Some of them live with it and some of them have overcome such a situation by fighting it out. We don’t have to prove ourselves to the world; it’s enough if we don’t fall down in our self-esteem. If there’s a situation where life gets difficult, face it with confidence and prove yourself. It would be the best revenge against the people who have failed to understand your worth. You put down your papers in the form of your success stories. Remember there are many to listen to your issues but only you can resolve it. Think of a separation from everything that breaks you. Move towards constructing yourself.

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Sujatha Sairam, Chennai

It’s a matter of pride to be born in a land

Where women are worshiped as Goddess. 

Sanctity and chastity ornament her looks, 

Her sublime beauty makes her unique. 

Then why is she killed even before birth?

Why is her birth not a joyous occasion?

Being deprived even of basic education, 

She’s left to suffer in silence. 

No sense of respect in the household 

Nor in the places outside. 

Cast by uncouth glance and unnerved by physical molestation, 

She’s forced to walk with her head down as though in shame. 

She poses a rhetorical question, “Am I responsible for this plight of mine?”

There’s no answer we know, 

Will the Maker atleast, “Let her live”,

If not, better she embraces death.

Sujatha Sairam, Chennai

People think that intimacy is sex. But intimacy is about truth, when you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is , “You’re safe with me”- that’s intimacy.

 The moment we hear the word intimacy, a wrong notion arises in our mind. We attribute it as a physical relationship. But Ananya and Mihir proved this wrong. Ananya was a school teacher and had given up teaching as it had become monotonous. She found it boring at home initially, later she diverted herself by reading and socialising. She happened to come across Mihir on the facebook. Mihir was a banker and a part time insurance agent. He loved life and took things in his stride. He was always with a smile. His never give up attitude was loved by Ananya. He gave Ananya a reason to look at life with a different perspective. Their wavelengths matched and they shared common interests. Mihir identified that Ananya was far more capable and talented than she herself could imagine. He wanted her to come out of her comfort zone and live life. He had identified her flair for writing and so he got her few online editorial jobs which boosted up Ananya’s confidence. Their friendship blossomed into a healthy relationship. They spoke to each other over phone at length. Their lives were an open book to each other.

Both their families knew of their friendship and never objected to it. Together they took up online jobs and supported each other financially as well. Mihir involved Ananya into content writing and editing as well which honed her writing skills. The best part of their relationship was that more than two years had lapsed and both had not met each other. They had seen each other in photographs only but still there existed a strong bonding. Finally they decided to meet in one of their official meetings. Both were excited to meet each other. They had planned to hang out together to engage themselves in casual chit chat apart from the official portfolio.

The day arrived when both finally met, they shook hands and embraced each other gently. It was a safe and secure feel for Ananya. It was a great stress buster. It was a long time dream come true for them. They attended the official meetings and found time for chit chat in the evening. They sat together on the terrace after dinner at night in the moonlight speaking out their heart to each other. People were surprised at such a lovely friendship, few were jealous too. Soon the time came when both had to part from each other. But both had an assurance that they were meant to be together in the journey of life. Nothing would separate them and together they would scale greater heights. Isn’t this intimacy in the true sense?

Have you felt such a thing. We at STHREEJEEVAN are waiting to hear from you. Write to us at sthreejeevan@gmail.com

Sujatha Sairam, Chennai

 

It’s been long since you heard from us and I know you’ve been waiting. I  was just thinking of making our platform a bit different. So this time I thought why not dedicate a writing to our dads who in silence live each day for us. Hope you will enjoy reading it.

 
The best gift in this world we can give someone is an assurance that, “You are not alone, I’m there for you.” This should be highlighted not just in mere words. It must be in the way we treat someone. Our attitudes have a great role to play.

I’m reminded of a small incident. I stay a kilometre away from my parents’ house. Hence visiting them often has become ritualistic. My hubby, children also make it a point to pay a visit. It so happened that once my parents had gone on a tour. When they returned, my dad was down with fever. Medicines were unable to bring him back to normal condition. I couldn’t go to see him because of a relative’s death. An orthodox custom of ours forbid me to do so. But I had to break this custom, as dad’s only demand then, was to see me. He said he didn’t want to follow anything for sometime. My Mom who’s usually rigid in such things gave me permission. Her main concern that time was my dad’s health. I went to see him. He jumped out of his bed and shook hands with me. I could feel the wrinkles on his hands which reminded me of his age. But he never likes to be called ‘old’. I could also sense how comfortable he felt holding my hands. Tears welled up my eyes but I suppressed for I knew he would cry as well. We chatted for sometime. I gave him food and his medicine and returned home. Next morning, I received a call from my Mom saying that dad’s fever had come down. He had also had a sound sleep the previous night. I was relaxed and thanked God for making me understand that children’s company serves as a better medicine for ageing parents. 

Let’s hope we all give the same respect to our fathers just as we do for our mothers.

Sujatha Sairam, Chennai

Mother’s Day Greetings from Team Sthreejeevan