My Wayward Musings.

Welcome to My Wayward Musings. We all know the game of snakes and ladders. Even as on today, it is probably the first board game introduced to children. As a child, I recollect being petrified to roll the dice, in the fear of being bitten by one of the pictorial-scary-slithering-creatures.. At a very young age, this simple game teaches us so much on life ahead. It teaches us to take a chance, a risk. It makes us understand that even though there would be many snakes in our life in the form of hurdles, there would also be enough ladders for us to get us out of them. It also teaches us that with every ladder that we climb up, there would be a new set of snakes. And in the midst of the new snakes too always look out for the ladder. If we twist this, from a game to a reality. What if, we encounter an actual snake in front of us? Would we know where and how to look out for the ladder? This question might sound silly but on record over 58,000 people die out of snake bites in Ind...

Hot Chai

The dawn of light, A new day shinning bright Morning blues, hangover from previous night, From the deepest slumber, to reality that bites, A strong fragrance awakens his drooping eyes, And he takes a sip of hot Ginger Chai. Messy house, clothes to wash, Vessels in sink, hungry mouths, Tired, irritated, frustrated, A minute break to jump-start is all that needs Recharged, energized, let's out a de-stressed sigh, As she sits on her favorite couch and sips in her hot Elichi Chai. Audits, Reviews, meetings at stretch, Deadlines due, budget low, situation is wretched, Calm and composed, yet alert and focused, He jots a plan, hopes rise high, While sipping-in the Hot Dalchini Chai. Sitting on a bench, in a narrow lane, Two hearts full of love, bodies drenched in rain, A promise, a proposal, a moment to forever cherish, A treat of crunchy kharis and nankatai to relish, Pockets almost empty, yet tears of happiness in the eyes, They cling their glasses And sip in...

Before the Birthday That Never Came

My father-in-law would have turned 80 next month. He missed his birthday bash by one month and a week. He lived his life well. He loved his family deeply…his children, his grandchildren, and me. Never once did I feel that his affection for me was any less than what he had for his own daughter. That kind of love is rare. Some years ago, we were attending a wedding in an area where one of his old friends lived. He suddenly remembered him and said he would love to meet him. But there were time constraints. We had to return. The meeting didn’t happen. Life moved on. Today, in his absence, we his children are planning his 80th birthday on his month’s mind day. Just the way he would have liked it. We are calling cousins, relatives, people close to him… and yes, even that friend he once wished to meet but couldn’t. We didn’t have his number, so we reached out to relatives, searched, connected, tried our best. And in doing all this, something shifted inside me. From our 2...

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Sharon Lasrado: Welcome readers to a journey of words and ideas! In this blog, we'll explore diverse topics, share insights, and embark on a exploration of the intriguing facets of life. Join me in unraveling stories, musings, and discoveries that paint the canvas of experience. Let's dive in together in the realm of thoughts where curiosity meets expression.

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