(Re) learn to love 

In many households, the home owners eat a different kind of rice to that of their domestic help. In many households, the drivers or housekeepers sit on the floor or stand at the gate or sleep in the car waiting for the owners to arrive or waiting to serve their owners. 

People separate themselves from people based on their work profile, based on their materialistic possessions. Then it becomes the core responsibility of the people, of all people, to eradicate those differences and to view each other simply as ‘humans’. Because this is by far the most hardest thing to do as people love to fan their egos, the discrepancies enhance and the distances increase. 

We then come to view the world in segments. We then come to take it for granted that our domestic help is there to clean our house up, that’s their job; we pay them. We don’t work with them to clean up! Most don’t even take their drivers for a drive or drop them back home once their job of serving you is done; because that’s not your job! 

Paying them is not serving them. Paying them is a way to make sure that they are able to buy whatever goods there is that they need to keep their bodies running. Money doesn’t buy anyone the thoughts or love or feelings. 

If a human is available to serve you, it’s not you, the human, that they are serving. They are serving the highest in you by the highest in them; so that you, the human and they the human are equally benefitted through the process. Hence, help them. Work with them. Eat together. Pray together because that’s when you would heal and also relearn to love humans beyond boundaries and definitions. 

She..

She, died giving birth, 

She, got raped last night, 

She, questioned her salary,

And she, set her washing machine speed right. 
She, quit her job, 

She, mopped the floor,

She, did the dishes,

And she, folded her hands to pray. 
She, looked out of her window at the rising sun, 

She, poured coffee in her mug, 

She, picked the newspaper to read, 

And she, put on her lipstick for the world. 
She, packed tiffins for her clients, 

She, did the same for her kids, 

She, brushed her daughter’s hair,

And she, checked the market shares. 
She, picked up new dance moves, 

She, practiced a new scene, 

She, set her sails right, 

And she, checked her car gears for the night. 
She, crawled in bed next to her lover,

She, put the book aside, pulled her cover,

She, anticipated the money that he would give her,

And she, closed her eyes to let her body feel. 
She, knew she could make her choices,

She, didn’t know she had a choice, 

She, knew there were laws that would protect her, 

And she, didn’t even know she had a voice. 
She, ran independently; as though the world was her play ground,

She, walked watching her footsteps; as though she was being carefully watched. 
She, was fearless in her heart,

She, was timid in her soul,

She, was the woman, she, perhaps never wanted to be,

While she, was in all the women, she had ever known.

The day I said ..

The day I said I won’t come in to work 

Little did I know that the world was going to shake and sit up 

I said I don’t really know what I want to do 

I need time out to figure things through 

Glances were exchanged and discussions happened 

All so sudden that I could barely fathom

Things and gestures changed the very next day 

I had to hand in everything and I had to pay 

I gathered my pieces and I gathered my notes 

I put them in a box and said ‘I’ll put you back together sometime soon’ 

‘Have you completely lost it?’ Some asked with a lot of conviction .. ‘What will you do next?’ Was their follow up question! 

I felt I didn’t want to speak on that very day, that very moment 

I stayed silent 

I didn’t have plans and I didn’t have paper 

I took the suitcase out and I put my clothes in

I set out on a journey that even I couldn’t think 

Today as I look at the happy sun rising, I find my stillness that I have been looking!

As I pen this, I would like to reiterate, to find the self, loss is the only way.