My mom was shy and asked me not to post this pic but just look at how pretty it is! Sorry, I posted. 
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Year 1984, mum was in orrisa with my big brother who was just a year old and she was traveling because there were riots in Ahmedabad . She and bhai managed to comeback safe but consequently it was their marriage anniversary and dad bought this beautiful dreamy printed silk saree for ma as a present and welcome gift. And no ordinary guy buying a saree for his woman, dad always sneaked a blouse from her wardrobe and got the new one stitched for her before gifting it to her, so that it was ready to wear!(he continues to do so) Also, the bed is in the frame because the bedsheet was also part of the gift. 

Storm after the calm #2

Fear has flawed me
Flowed through me endlessly
Gripping my enthusiasm 
Stuck in my back like a spasm
It's not fear of losing you
Will I find me the way I am
If you walk away?
And if I do, will I need
The houses and the streets
The long empty roads
And the sound of the wind
Should I pack some lessons
Or learn to let go
Will my inhibitions walk along?
Asleep after a storm
Not used to too much peace
If everything's going right
Why are my eyes laid on the other side
Could I walk past
Every lane that could remind
Making rejections my check post
Levying taxes am unaware of
Paying anyway as I move
Back onto the same roads
Not to test but to find
The parts I left behind
My bags are filling up this time
Despite the emptiness
My eyes are bright
I taste fear again
This time I am used to the game
Your aching heart
Has no hold over me
Why are you right here
And I can't feel a thing?