In the streets of Laitumkhrah

I stayed back at my hostel for some work after my semster exams were done with. While everyone else left for their hometowns, I spent my days in my hostel room whose lone corridors now echoed with a mere sneeze of mine. The deafening silence that I had been living in for almost four-five days now was making me wonder if the things I'm chasing in life are vague and the big diabolical question of 'Am I truly happy?' began haunting me but this was not all, these were accompanied by other such philosophical and introspective thoughts that often kill a person's hope and make him/her gloomy. But then when there is too much darkness around, you know that light is just round the corner!

Now let's come to the present day. About an hour ago, as I was passing through the Laitumkhrah market that's near the back gate of St. Edmund's College, I saw a lady walk by and she seemed really familiar. She was wearing a navy blue Jainsem(the Khasi traditional attire for women), and carried a black hand bag and was the most confident lady I had ever seen. My admiration for the way she carried herself made me really inquisitive and I stopped on my tracks to take a moment and figure out if this was indeed the person I assumed her to be. In spite of being pretty sure that this was the person I've been desperately trying to meet for the past one year that I've been in Shillong, I opened up Facebook to reaffirm and indeed she was the lady I deeply admire and follow- Madam Patricia Mukhim, who apart from being a renowned social activist, writer, journalist and the editor of Shillong Times, has also been a recipient of many honours which include the Padma Shri.

Now my admiration of Madam Mukhim dates back to the time when I was around eight or nine years old and an avid reader of the 'Planet Young' section of Assam Tribune. They used to publish an interview of a renowned personality in each of their editions so as to inspire the children to work towards the right cause. One such interview was of Patricia Mukhim who talked about the adverse conditions she went through at an emotional and financial level when she was young which later inspired her to chase excellance. My father really liked this piece and got the published interview photocopied and handed out a copy each to all his three children, meaning, me and my elder siblings.

Coming from a middle class family myself, money has always been scarce and hence there have been times when frustrated with the circumstances, I was rebellious and hard to control. On such occasions, my father would always cite the example of Madam Mukhim who turned out extremely well in spite of all odds. This has always kept me going. And though Shillong was not my first choice to pursue my graduation, one thing that kept me content here during my initial days was the consolation that staying here at Shillong increases my chances of meeting this eminent personality, who has been a motivation to me ever since I was a kid.

 I have made several attempts to meet Madam Mukhim personally in the past one year, going out of my way to discover unknown, isolated paths on foot, not caring whether it rained or shined but have failed in my all my attempts. But walking through the streets of Laitumkhrah market today, I met her out of the blue! In the most unexpected and uncalled for moments when you're out of hope or motivation, isn't getting the privilege to meet someone you've been dying to get in touch with a blessing!?

I went to her and introduced myself as the girl whose story you just read and she looked really pleased to find an overwhelmed fan and admirer approaching her with a little tale of her own. I was at a loss of words, I couldn't express myself very well and yet I didnt stop even for a second once I had begun talking! It was indeed an encounter that shall remain with me forever but now, when this excitement and happiness has subsided, I realise that this was not just an accidental meet up with my idol but also life's way of teaching me two very important lessons:

1) The right things come to you at the right time. No matter how hard you try, things do not happen before their time is due.

2) Listening to one's heart and intuition is the key to a happy and guilt-free life. Had I not listened to my heart and stopped a second to confirm whether she was Patricia Mukhim for real, I would have never got the opportunity to talk to her!


A Candle-lit Mother's Day

Like a candle that burns free and illuminates and glorifies all that comes in its way, there are certain people whose existence is not just a matter concerning their personal well being, it also affects the survival and well being of many others.

In this piece, I am talking about all those unsung heroes who burn out and exhaust themselves in order to make another being smile, who shed tears to quench another's thirst, who bleed to make another live...I speak of mothers, lovers, soldiers or any person you can possibly think of who lives for others.

There is this guy I know who was born a premature child with many complications, the doctors even indicated the unbearable to the parents and yet his mother didnt give up. They say that labour is the hardest thing a woman ever endures...well the struggles of this mother didn't end with child bearing; she physically exerted herself and took intensive care of her child from the day it was born, so much so that even the doctors had to commend at her nursing later for it saved her baby's life!

There is a person I adore who supports me when I'm low and tries to understand me when even I give up on myself....you might think its my mom, or dad...well of course my parents are those rare gems whose care, affection or support is indescribable and priceless, however, here I am referring to the next most important person to me....my lover. Sometimes God sends you the strength you need via the presence of people like him who can be counted on at all times. I get bestowed with a mother's affection, a father's protection, a sibling's concern, a friend's adoration and a partner's love....all by the same person!

And then there are those brave men at the borders, sacrificing on their sleep and comfort, living far away from their loved ones just for the sake of the rest of the countrymen who merely speak of their patriotism. The jawaans live a life of risks and unpredictability where nothing is certain of their returning home and every goodbye can only be hoped not to be the last one.

As I write this piece, I experience a black out at my residence and the light of the candle is all I have to guide me out of the darkness that's scary and suggestive of countless bleak possibilities. I have Passenger's 'Let her go' on my playlist and it exactly describes what I intend to say.

"Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go"

Why wait to confess/share what you feel till its too late? Why not savour the moment while it still lasts!? This day being mother's day, let's be grateful to have all those wonderful people in out lives who may not be our biological kinsmen but have influenced our lives for the better! A mother is not just the one who gives you life....a mother is anyone who has that selfless attribute of a candle. My last candle is about to exhaust here, but I do hope the candles in our lives persist forever.

Happy Mother's Day!

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