Echoes from a Grateful heart. I never had the fortune to share a bond with my mother but I can feel the warmth of her love when I was enjoying the hospitality of her womb.

I admit I never felt her absence nor shed a single tear on her absence from my life even when I was lighting her pyre as a toddler or breaking her skull from my tiny hands or performing her “Shradh” (I had an early brush with death) as there was always a lady firmly behind me whether as an aunt, a sister, a friend, a teacher, a wife or a daughter there was always sunshine even in rainy season.

In various forms women have touched me throughout my life. Walking alone in the uneven path of life I have often lost my way, slipped & got badly bruised. Whenever my soul was thirsty & my heart was hungry, my confidence shattered a lady has done the needful, attended to my wounds & Whispered softly in my ears “Hum hain na” (I am always there for you).

In my nightmares when I suddenly got up trembling with fear & found myself on a cold bed all alone in the empty house she comforted me & provided me with much needed restful sleep full of sweet dreams.

My grateful heart always tries to reciprocate but who can thank DIVINITY PERSONIFIED IN THE FORM OF A WOMEN. So whenever I come across a bright mind & creative heart I almost always get smitten & am under its spell. Women do have a magnetic influence over my persona.

I never had any romantic inclination the only love I ever felt was for knowledge, my country & of course women. I have always gone to bed with a new partner every night borrowed from library or friends
but it was love & not lust least I may be misunderstood. Coming from Bengal we are taught to worship “Devi” (Goddess).

I confess Devi was never my prime deity as I am named after shiv
But in Bengal Kali temples abound & in each temple I find shiv prostrating before Kali. So I thought why not pay homage to the emperor & not his minister. Believe me whenever I visit a Kali Temple I feel a great sense of peace as if a burden has been lifted from my chest.

I have seldom wanted some thing from GOD. I do not believe in rituals & have no idol either at home or at office. For hours I can negate the existence of god. But dawn never announces its arrival the world knows that the long dark night is no more. So when I set out in my search for God I look in the eyes of women & find him(her)there.

The moral of the story is women fascinate me regardless of the occasional misunderstanding caused by my unflinching love for them
I am out & out a lady’s slave.