I am sorry I broke a home.

They were a young couple. Madly in love with each other or so they thought. They had just started building their brand new home. A cozy little abode enough for two, in a serene quiet corner. It was a carefully selected plot, away from the jarring noise of the outside world. Sheltered and cozy.

Bit by bit they added to their haven. Every day they reminded each other of the blissful life they would enjoy once their efforts brought fruit. They were already dreaming of adding to their family.

They were happy.

And then I came along. I saw what they were doing. I watched them in their joint endeavor towards a love filled abode. I was jealous. They were making their home on the foundation of a relationship that had just started budding for me. The relationship which I dreamed of nurturing and cherishing for a long time.

I did what I had to do. With my own bare hands I broke their beautiful home. I smashed it and threw away the smithereens. My unfeeling heart cold as stone. I wanted my relationship back.

And I got it back. I saved it at the cost of their home.

And now I watch them, the beautiful pair of pigeons, frantically looking for what was once their home - the money-plant pot in my balcony. They look back at me with sad eyes.

I am full of remorse.

Forgive me, I broke your home.

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Good man di lalten..

Yesterday, over lunch conversation, I got reminded of this wonderfully weird statement that my Ma used to make when we were kids. Everytime I or anyone from my siblings did well in anything - sports, academics or just in general, my Ma would cheerfully say " Good man di lalten, Bad man da diva" (literal translation: a lantren for the good man and a earthen lamp for the bad man). I have no clue what it means or what exactly it signifies, but I am glad that I got reminded of it, as it holds a considerable part in my memories, a picture or rather a short video of my Ma going all happy and cheerful and in a sing song voice going "Good man di lalten ....." Which also makes me think, the number of times she said this, we must have made her happy a lot (I'd like to think that!!!)At least as kids. But then Ma is a happy soul.

I hope even today, even though I have not achieved anything really spectacular, I am somehow able to draw this loved phrase from my Ma some day...