The letter 'M'

M - Miss, Ma’am: The first time somebody addressed me as Ma’am was in 1999 in a post office by and elderly man. Yo world! This woman had arrived. Now, I have got used to it.

M – Ma/Motherhood: The epitome of love and sacrifice, comfort and peace in her laps. My confidante, my complain-box. My ego booster. My ultimate goal in life too.

M- Mary: There is something about Mary and I know the difference between Bloody Mary and Virgin Mary. Now that I know of Virgin Mary, we can do sex on the beach and many more things bottoms up and on the rocks. I don’t drink because I thunk about world peep. Hic!

M-Manipur: Home, food cooked by mom. It is where a dream was born. Yet, it is the place where the bullets rain, where bandhs are a norm, where we search for our brothers even in the morgues if they don’t come back home on time. Life ends by 7.30 pm. I still ache for this place. I miss it. It is the price I pay for independence. It is also where my dad drinks his pride morning and night. Somebody said so rightly; home is where the sad stories are.

M- Michael Jackson, Madonna: “ All I wanna say is that they don’t really care about us”, “Papa Don’t preach”. We were singing these songs even before we knew the joy of rebellion and grew up listening to them. Madonna still rocks. A person like my dad whose singing skills does not go beyond hmm hmm hmm also knows the moonwalker and the pop diva. I can proudly say, the rest of the world must surely be knowing them.

M- Mithai (sweets): To be romantic in desi style- My mithai! Amar Misti

M-Mumbai: The city, I once wanted to belong to. It had a charm about it. Still remember the sounds, the sights, the lights, the laughs…
Queen’s necklace, the gateway, Bandra, Marine Drive, Fun Republic, the dome and many more places. It was just a click, a ring or a flight away but Mumbai seem distant now.
Memories hit me, sometimes, they are welcome, and sometimes they are uninvited. The sunset near the beach, the breeze on my hair, holding hands, love letters in the sand, playing with kids and the comfort I had felt knowing that I was being watched by someone as if I had meant something. They say, “The tragedy of love is not death or separation. The tragedy is indifference. “ I died many times. I lost to this city my best friend through marriage, my love and a part of me forever.

M-Money: “It’s all about the money, it’s all about the dum dum de de de dum, I don’t think it’s funny.” It is not everything but it is many things. When I started working, I thought if I get so much before I turn 30, it is ok. I have crossed that and I still want more. Infact, much more.

M- Merilyn Monroe, Madhubala, Madhuri: All of you close your eyes and just say, ‘yes’.

M-Maradonna: He is the ultimate for me. Saw the black and white video clippings of his formative years and how he became one of the finest players of the world. I am not interested in the world cups anymore.

M-Michigan: The place where somebody whom I had hurt is there. I know I was wrong and I will always feel guilty. I have lost the trust of a friend and earned bad name as a woman. God is fair I say. I got back in parts for what I did.

M-Meghendra Sharma: Sanity Check. My only male childhood close friend left. He is handsome and one of the most eligible bachelors around and I am glad we have saved this relation by not getting involved. But I have made him promise to marry me if I remain single at 33.

M-Meg Ryan in the movie “When Harry met Sally”: “He said it was transitional, not serious blah blah blah… I thought he didn’t want to be married but the fact is, he didn’t want to marry me. He didn’t love me. “ I have watched this movie many times and every time I cry, wail, howl with her.

M- My Arunima: When somebody who loves me says it with conviction and confidence, I know I can believe in tomorrow.

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