tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53861067960355144082024-03-05T14:21:11.768+05:30Moody MurmursThe Tales of A Twenty Seven Year Old.Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-81283563616140177942024-01-18T03:16:00.000+05:302024-01-18T03:16:16.513+05:30The Bride Ride<p><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Just a young girl on her solo trip,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Not so long ago, I thought I would give marriage the slip,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Happy I was in my own little world </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Little did I know how life unfurled.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><br /><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Always been my dad’s lil girl,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">To my own tunes, I would twist and twirl,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Mom’s dearest pet I was, a long time ago,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Never realised I would one day find my beau.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A new lilt in every tune, a spring in every step I take,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A reason to smile every morning as I wake,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A new journey with a partner, equal and beyond,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A companion to cherish a precious bond. </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r2Z77R1CU2me4FZYq1XGLGc7luN-e-CREoAyzfuvxQYMtPtQySP5aeppWUJdARQ5yO-sF-r71hjgeYEmE3ynKFZ9bIvW_UG3BHRzv96b8d4Jx4xBYqBqWcgCe4tKmort6Q4THJNGP7KKNNZND7idavPrrQYi96TLh3moQSfSJDnwdDks3ozJ5D_iKW8/s1600/afe3a46a-1178-4f78-8822-33d032c03e9a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r2Z77R1CU2me4FZYq1XGLGc7luN-e-CREoAyzfuvxQYMtPtQySP5aeppWUJdARQ5yO-sF-r71hjgeYEmE3ynKFZ9bIvW_UG3BHRzv96b8d4Jx4xBYqBqWcgCe4tKmort6Q4THJNGP7KKNNZND7idavPrrQYi96TLh3moQSfSJDnwdDks3ozJ5D_iKW8/s320/afe3a46a-1178-4f78-8822-33d032c03e9a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-3593887870727900422023-09-02T17:08:00.002+05:302023-09-02T17:08:10.348+05:30Sheltering Memories.<p><span style="font-size: 17px;">Over two decades ago on a Saturday morning,</span></p>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We were off, just as the Sun began shining,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Two friends and I with my mother in charge</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To explore the greens of Lalbagh by and large.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">A short climb up the stone hill, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Rushing downwards was a playful thrill,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Walking along the lotus pond,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And waiting for touch me not plants to respond.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">A gigantic tree towering over us with shade,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With words etched upon its bark that refused to fade.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We climbed its trunk and scaled the boughs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">A tree which had seen many an unfulfilled vows.</span><br />
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">A lot has changed since that Saturday morning in the park </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Some friends remained, some relatives stayed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Yet the only entity that made its mark</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Is an old tree that watched as history was being made.</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 17px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAeFyfv-5e8L2ele4EJ21KC73gfyfziYsyjpehns8HOIPumjMLDLhsTXJ1TE7Y7ofo3MholtzZSlZ15O27XHH4UzonYZ21aW27sUdyl8lKgnyne_8TSooTfDG3GITsDALc93FgFKvKxBQh0cKtwuQmfnfko7nNzbpytFNlI1YETuDcXZ7GiLL76KMjH0/s4624/20230902_073954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAeFyfv-5e8L2ele4EJ21KC73gfyfziYsyjpehns8HOIPumjMLDLhsTXJ1TE7Y7ofo3MholtzZSlZ15O27XHH4UzonYZ21aW27sUdyl8lKgnyne_8TSooTfDG3GITsDALc93FgFKvKxBQh0cKtwuQmfnfko7nNzbpytFNlI1YETuDcXZ7GiLL76KMjH0/w200-h150/20230902_073954.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /></span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230902_164800_641.sdocx--></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-80433596570846223542023-09-01T07:48:00.006+05:302023-09-01T10:05:01.826+05:30Children of Gurez<p><i> <span style="font-size: 17px;">Far away in the midst of the snow clad mountains,</span></i></p>
<i><span style="font-size: 17px;">Exists a piece of land descended from the heavens</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Nestled in the valleys in tiny hamlets,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Amidst flowing streams and rivulets</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">A meadow of green in the warm summers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Myriad hues during the monsoon showers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">A carpet of snow beside the melted glacier,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Each day was a new chapter for nature.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Little ones who grew up in these lands,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With no gadgets but snow and flowers in their hands,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Away from the chaos of distant sands,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With only basic needs and no lavish demands.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">A shepherding life for the summers,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">A dormant life for the cold harsh winters,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Little ones living in a far away land</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Where life has a different story planned.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">In the midst of man-made borders and beliefs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">That only give rise to dispute and grief,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Children with their pure innocent soul,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Perhaps bear the heaviest toll.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: 17px;">But my mother unlike others is watching from above,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">I'd like to think she is one among the stars</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Wherever she is, she will always remain ours.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">To think of all the things I wished for her</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Knowing now they will be unfulfilled dreams,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To think of the past is like a painful blur,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We didn't realize the good times, or so it seems.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">To find her love in all the things she cherished,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To find solace in the plants and birds she nourished,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To remember her through the art school she flourished</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And try to recreate her meals which we relished.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">My mother cared above and beyond</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">No harm could occur, with her protective bond,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">If only she knew how much I sorely miss her presence,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">All I have is now memories of her existence..</span></i><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230514_215010_575.sdocx--><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1peNjqJumurAJMKR58L3IEQk8Y4fMYWN1hgxgPaExP1RT2_1D8px8Tj_AqW8Y_Cg85QectDct-WT35AoT0KBDQuQPtrAHapLi4afX5RfRtQMMtlSmbVJ48RFjz_Mn30KyLLtQUfUvaOHNLaJCFtSBGf6dR18oPPUClbh8hz1RnZ6JnYyrxFy9SFkA/s988/IMG-20210706-WA0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="663" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1peNjqJumurAJMKR58L3IEQk8Y4fMYWN1hgxgPaExP1RT2_1D8px8Tj_AqW8Y_Cg85QectDct-WT35AoT0KBDQuQPtrAHapLi4afX5RfRtQMMtlSmbVJ48RFjz_Mn30KyLLtQUfUvaOHNLaJCFtSBGf6dR18oPPUClbh8hz1RnZ6JnYyrxFy9SFkA/w134-h200/IMG-20210706-WA0020.jpg" width="134" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-54868706004635764682023-05-14T10:05:00.008+05:302023-05-14T10:05:46.790+05:30Dreamers.<p><i> <span style="font-size: 17px;">2 summers ago, a little story began</span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>To me, he was simply the perfect man</i></span></p>
<span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>Our life ahead we began to plan,</i></span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i><br /></i></span><div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>To cherish and each other through our life span.</i></span><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Life has its highs and lows,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">What lies ahead, nobody knows,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But this life of togetherness that we chose,</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Has more meaning with you staying close.</span>
<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">There's never a dull moment with you around</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">In your loving arms, my comfort I've found,</span></i></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>A life ahead I can't wait to share,</i></span></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Together, you and I are the perfect pair. </span></i><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230514_060638_666.sdocx--></div></div></div></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3fEPpRCqBRJKMjfxAiMXDH2nWDCiEpQL7jBwqN911R7y81DXzxt5D4FLzFKQKWgUCyWanDQK5rw3FDrDo3rOfn9uCP5G2t5ji33CjqeSeGahBWm0rptlZuKLVx-H3nBpGYUFSNl0NQUAMWDD4-ExNUbNBtX9oxVMxQxG7d64boHieb7dblmIpGjz/s483/Picsart_23-05-14_10-04-08-450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="483" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3fEPpRCqBRJKMjfxAiMXDH2nWDCiEpQL7jBwqN911R7y81DXzxt5D4FLzFKQKWgUCyWanDQK5rw3FDrDo3rOfn9uCP5G2t5ji33CjqeSeGahBWm0rptlZuKLVx-H3nBpGYUFSNl0NQUAMWDD4-ExNUbNBtX9oxVMxQxG7d64boHieb7dblmIpGjz/w200-h197/Picsart_23-05-14_10-04-08-450.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-69342618594133611652023-05-04T09:52:00.002+05:302023-05-04T10:08:14.872+05:30In the Shadow of the Mountain.<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; 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Probably during one of the regular transfusions she was receiving.</p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-11938360615219367672023-03-07T05:41:00.001+05:302023-03-07T05:41:28.421+05:30Sun Sand and Sea.<p><i> The sea holds many memories for me,</i></p><p><i>The hot sands of Marina Beach as a child,</i></p><p><i>Holding my mother's hand tight as the waves encroached</i></p><p><i>As the waves retreated, further I approached. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>Riding the waves of the Arabian Sea many years later,</i></p><p><i>With my father beside me venturing further,</i></p><p><i>While the sea did not alarm me as before</i></p><p><i>It's vastness and placidity, I continued to adore. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>Many moons later on a solo journey I embarked,</i></p><p><i>The temple town of Gokarna I landmarked,</i></p><p><i>To cherish a solitary trip of my own</i></p><p><i>I ventured out of my comfort zone. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>With the little one there was another trip,</i></p><p><i>With sand castles and an adventurous dip.</i></p><p><i>Collecting seashells and colorful stones</i></p><p><i>Walking along the beach towards the unknowns. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>To the Island State with its turquoise and deep blue</i></p><p><i>Across the Bay of Bengal, we flew,</i></p><p><i>To an underwater rendezvous with the marine crew</i></p><p><i>And some magical nights at the beach under the gleaming moon. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>With friends several memories were made,</i></p><p><i>Be it Goa Gokarna or Malpe,</i></p><p><i>The Sea has always been the perfect holiday!</i></p><p><i>Watching the waves riding up the shore,</i></p><p><i>Each time inching further, a little more.</i></p><p><i>Looking at the Sun setting in an orange haze,</i></p><p><i>The blue sea mesmerizes in ripples and waves.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><br /></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><br /></p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-18038812202609015142023-02-23T21:07:00.003+05:302023-02-24T20:02:41.189+05:307th Ward.<p><br /></p><i><span style="font-size: 17px;">Four walls to contain our lively chatter</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">In between duties we find time for endless banter,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Lunch breaks to share our meals,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To exchange stories and sometimes duty deals!</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Within these four walls and dingy lights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Many a sleepless duty nights.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Sudden awakenings with a jolt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Rushing to revive the patient in a bolt.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">The rushed revision prior to exams,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The frantic reading prior to rounds,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The informative discussions of a puzzling case,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">All happening with the "7th room" as our base.</span></i><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230223_204835_658.sdocx--><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUilQwRgDfSC3oVp2WyQB6yTxsBBXaCgcJQUiGxqG5ks1j1ldC0LzShtkmIHMDj3hHYgbZPk1I9g2vm6J_Gwdanj18fHbCvFoBMBOgM1BjyY-owa4yNafE2UWmsNDzTek1mdwjyY1iCyDY-bmKUi7r5pcYfjHXHGqUKm3z4ijO8qrv1a6WrWMxm8Iu/s3987/20230224_072810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3987" data-original-width="3433" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUilQwRgDfSC3oVp2WyQB6yTxsBBXaCgcJQUiGxqG5ks1j1ldC0LzShtkmIHMDj3hHYgbZPk1I9g2vm6J_Gwdanj18fHbCvFoBMBOgM1BjyY-owa4yNafE2UWmsNDzTek1mdwjyY1iCyDY-bmKUi7r5pcYfjHXHGqUKm3z4ijO8qrv1a6WrWMxm8Iu/s320/20230224_072810.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-34344208180068304132022-12-31T18:43:00.002+05:302022-12-31T18:43:14.586+05:30Light At The End Of The Tunnel<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGfFheiVt0xGRZn2Mxr5XDVZPcQ35UeLDM44OvM4J6ThQ3LqN_nLInairQStI6chX8cjEOfuFVxWvqIHLolwrjAeWGINmRoVUsl8crHQqubT2g_LWwMbJtNziezp8vdlY6-wjD3YvjaQQDBTH8TH4wU_7RJuDMMG99Y8kcmuohhSpHCHBQHiiqSNO/s4014/20221231_184221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4014" data-original-width="3160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGfFheiVt0xGRZn2Mxr5XDVZPcQ35UeLDM44OvM4J6ThQ3LqN_nLInairQStI6chX8cjEOfuFVxWvqIHLolwrjAeWGINmRoVUsl8crHQqubT2g_LWwMbJtNziezp8vdlY6-wjD3YvjaQQDBTH8TH4wU_7RJuDMMG99Y8kcmuohhSpHCHBQHiiqSNO/s320/20221231_184221.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p><i>For maladies of the mind</i></p><p><i>Often neglected by their own kind</i></p><p><i>Brought from places near and far</i></p><p><i>With dearth of medical facilities on par. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>Old wrinkled men and women, once brimming with abundant energy</i></p><p><i>Now hobbling around tenderly</i></p><p><i>And plagued by dwindling memory. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>Little ones from the far east and beyond</i></p><p><i>Mothers telling me that their child does not respond,</i></p><p><i>Parents traveling for days and standing in lengthy lines</i></p><p><i>Just to hear if their child can make it out of the closeted confines. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>To the people who trust and hope in medicine</i></p><p><i>To the ones who work with passion and discipline</i></p><p><i>To understand the brain and its intricacy</i></p><p><i>Is perhaps solving mankind's greatest mystery.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>One month at the Central Institute that once meant so much to me and perhaps always will hold a place in my heart. ❤</p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-27034463503796885702022-10-21T07:21:00.001+05:302022-10-21T07:21:26.455+05:30All of my heart.<p> The smile that melts my heart,</p><p>I always knew you were a class apart,</p><p>Every moment with you is magical,</p><p>Conversations are honest and natural.</p><p>With your grace you never fail to mesmerize,</p><p>With your melodious voice, you always entice. </p><p><br /></p><p>To be loved by you is truly my pleasure</p><p>Indeed I will always love you beyond measure.</p><p>Through happiness and grief you are with me,</p><p>Together, a brighter side we will see.</p><p>To be with you is a dream come true,</p><p>Forever grateful to the day I met you.</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<span style="font-size: 17px;">A disease that put her kidneys in a fix,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">An rare entity with no known cure,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">At every step in diagnosis, the future was obscure.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">The once bubbly child was now quiet and wary;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">After all, daily pricks and injections were scary.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">She quietly swallowed the innumerable pills,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">After all, it's a temporary solution to her ills.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">But as days progressed, the kidneys only went from bad to worse,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With poverty being an additional curse,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We hoped they would find luck elsewhere,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But alas, no one else seemed to care about her welfare.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">With meagre funds and slim hopes we started out,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">In spite of all fears and unknown doubt,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">On the unknown journey we embarked,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">It is unprecedented, naysayers remarked,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Yet with no other alternative in sight,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We took the plunge into what felt right.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Childhood is meant to be free of worry and pain, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Brightened by sunshine, not dampened by rain,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The road ahead is long and tiring,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But for a little girl and her family, its a chance to keep smiling.</span><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_221020_001600_788.sdocx--><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8XPhDJcT7vz1Gl8uWdwSAkozX0LDe9UgFJazmN0RZ1zYJEO_2pXSpGk46XkHyILgNfWLR2Up1PHwsDw1M7Ae-UoBDtJJx9Yp9SSdWX7AhvhhQA_qJld6W_bEIx-EKb-gmZVr75jGWZ3nd-CpKj6QC3IdQq4qQgwGKR4yX1kLAcqOP_rnqgahcX2c/s4624/20221005_101912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8XPhDJcT7vz1Gl8uWdwSAkozX0LDe9UgFJazmN0RZ1zYJEO_2pXSpGk46XkHyILgNfWLR2Up1PHwsDw1M7Ae-UoBDtJJx9Yp9SSdWX7AhvhhQA_qJld6W_bEIx-EKb-gmZVr75jGWZ3nd-CpKj6QC3IdQq4qQgwGKR4yX1kLAcqOP_rnqgahcX2c/s320/20221005_101912.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-55747285137428532592022-02-13T01:25:00.000+05:302022-02-13T01:25:36.055+05:30The price of innocence.<p><i><span style="font-size: 15px;">At an age where childlike innocence,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Meets the raw realities of adulthood</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Fragile minds can spark and incense,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">When forces contrive to ruin the brittle brotherhood.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15px;">In the glorious era to learn and grow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">To ignite minds with fuel to explore,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Here were deprived folks delivering a counterblow, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Neglecting education and bringing communal angles to the fore.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15px;">Could you give back the ignorant bliss,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Of living without judgement or hatred,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">That once planted will struggle to be derooted,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 15px;">Even as we sink deeper into a bigoted abyss!</span></i><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220213_012134_420.sdocx--></p><p><i><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: 15px;">J</span></i></p><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220213_002726_707.sdocx-->Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-58388151925387862412022-01-09T09:40:00.003+05:302022-01-09T09:40:27.649+05:30Cold and Warmth.<p> <span style="font-size: 17px;">December was probably the coldest month of the year, literally and figuratively. The first few days were spent in Bangalore and we came back to Mysore by Amma's birthday. I had night duty but it was still a difficult night to get through.</span></p><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">The first 15 days in NICU breezed through without much issues while the next 15 days was something I was not looking forward to. It was emergency ward, and being just 2 people seemed more stressful so I was dreading it before it even began!</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">I took a couple of days to settle down and it was as hectic as I had imagined. The worst part was the lengthy "charge" given to the night duty PGs and going home quite late. Of course, the fact that we were crossing 14 hours did not count. But I think it wasn't the long hours that bothered me. I personally felt and was made to feel that I was doing a mediocre job and that left me only frustrated after the long hours.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">What was particularly difficult was waking up in the morning and getting myself to work. Probably in all these 1.5years I have never had such a bad feeling while going to work. In fact, I would always look forward to going to work, no matter what. </span><span style="font-size: 17px;">But this time, it was different.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Riding through the road parallel to the Railway track indoubtedly left me in a state of turmoil just as my day would begin. The several "rounds" during the day would only add to the pressure of having work incomplete.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">But as the days progressed, I began to see things in a better perspective, I realized that the emergency ward is the best place to learn the acute management of any condition and also how it progresses. Apart from the regular bronchopneumonia and dengue cases, there were cases of Guilliane Barre Syndrome, a suspected case of Diptheria for which we administered antitoxin, a case of Kawasaki disease, a nephrotic who turned out to be CBNAAT positive for Tuberculosis, Infantile dengue, a case of Infective Endocarditis with Fallot Physiology, a 2 year old with newly diagnosed juvenile diabetes mellitus and even a case of Central Discordant Precocious Puberty in a one 1 year old secondary to a hypothalamic hamartoma. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">I realized I might have done a poor job on some days, I did not write good case sheets and I made several mistakes in my course of 15 days. But I tried to pick myself up after every error and move on.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">I also realized it's about time I start to read. I'll have to find time in between my schedule and read now.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">In another note, despite all the cold and hostile month that December was, the Sunshine was the saving grace and never failed to bring a smile, even at the end of the hardest days.</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1ZpEDLAgCTJ6YQNNaWZjAiGt8a7DHXLBr1AXukWF72uwHLRrNizM_8B8gshqT2Klg2xshHqL9V7wcwAd9wJBb7Yp-VKQDLZZhTxBzueX86P5h72qbv6BptOkgF7TjP5X_l_HN7NCd1X7v49ntnO-863JWdOjp60zYLhXPtnAeFXrVQJCpsTupXhsD=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1ZpEDLAgCTJ6YQNNaWZjAiGt8a7DHXLBr1AXukWF72uwHLRrNizM_8B8gshqT2Klg2xshHqL9V7wcwAd9wJBb7Yp-VKQDLZZhTxBzueX86P5h72qbv6BptOkgF7TjP5X_l_HN7NCd1X7v49ntnO-863JWdOjp60zYLhXPtnAeFXrVQJCpsTupXhsD=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Probably the best part of my duty hours was the time spent with little ones who never failed to bring a smile to my face. No matter how bad the day is, seeing a smile emerge on a once sick child is probably the best things about my branch.</span><br />
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Taking one day at a time, one step at a time and trying to make sense of this life even if it seems nonsensical on some days. </span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220109_093319_997.sdocx--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuRnKaIzGpoyuIUfxxuQhN0hAVFxJ98xnQ9jyTyD4yFbrNfMz_mxX2gTsPWTWAzJ1smZRKxkg5vKtWnuSSNNOo31Afjge613DOpZ6YxC-ZVZMTokwlSFZJYhycRzSqZIAaM929hFcRe-sEAS9EDHNGGyflnV0rT93mrsjxZQcoaVy5ri80o4GzPxU9=s3464" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3464" data-original-width="3464" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuRnKaIzGpoyuIUfxxuQhN0hAVFxJ98xnQ9jyTyD4yFbrNfMz_mxX2gTsPWTWAzJ1smZRKxkg5vKtWnuSSNNOo31Afjge613DOpZ6YxC-ZVZMTokwlSFZJYhycRzSqZIAaM929hFcRe-sEAS9EDHNGGyflnV0rT93mrsjxZQcoaVy5ri80o4GzPxU9=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>J</div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-87008096803152979642021-11-21T19:50:00.001+05:302021-11-21T19:50:28.310+05:30Little Miracles.<p><i> <span style="font-size: 17px;">Little wonders with the brightest smiles,</span></i></p>
<i><span style="font-size: 17px;">Simple mind with the biggest heart,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With stars in their curious eyes,<br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Kids are perhaps God's greatest art.</span></i><div><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_211121_194719_751.sdocx--><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 17px;">Counting every day as a precious surprise,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With dreams of flying high in the skies,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With smiles that bring hope amidst despair</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Children have only pure love to share.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">To watch their cries turn to hesitant smiles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To see them emerge from pain and sickness </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">To better days where they overpower their illness,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Is perhaps the greatest miracle to witness. </span></i><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_211121_194615_168.sdocx--></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-mEgF5IDJ8/YZpVoSiEIBI/AAAAAAAAmMc/HF8WX7ZGAUEMPN9IgmQsgp6gPQZtHrgHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/IMG-20211114-WA0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-mEgF5IDJ8/YZpVoSiEIBI/AAAAAAAAmMc/HF8WX7ZGAUEMPN9IgmQsgp6gPQZtHrgHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG-20211114-WA0008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></i></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-46498256091757684802021-10-29T07:08:00.003+05:302021-10-29T07:08:27.959+05:30In and Out.<p> The little girl just did as she was told,</p><p>But now her life was fading away and her hands were cold.</p><p>Her mother watched from above as the little one lay paralyzed</p><p>Even as the poison seeped through her veins undisguised. </p><p><br /></p><p>A life ebbing away too soon,</p><p>A father too deep in pain to see her as a precious boon,</p><p>Alcohol blinded his vision through day and night</p><p>Until he could no longer tell wrong from right. </p><p><br /></p><p>He fed the hungry mouth the deathly concoction,</p><p>Even as she looked at him with love and devotion,</p><p>Somewhere they would meet again he decided,</p><p>No reason or logic could explain how he was so misguided. </p><p><br /></p><p>In hordes they came after the tragedy,</p><p>Wailing in despair as she lay delirous,</p><p>Where were they when the chips where down?</p><p>Where were they when they knew he had a breakdown? </p><p><br /></p><p>Her father lost to the world,</p><p>Her mother, her guardian angel watching from above,</p><p>She lay in limbo between life and death</p><p>A pure, innocent soul battled for every breath.</p><p><br /></p><p><i>A small girl was brought to the casualty in critical state. Her mother had passed away about 10 months ago. The father had given a poisonous pesticide to the child and had succumbed to the same.</i></p><p>Jayashree Rao </p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-2552377876710810212021-10-24T06:46:00.001+05:302021-10-24T06:46:23.371+05:30Shades of Green and Blue.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADIksaK33Ds/YVRraCXWN7I/AAAAAAAAlQ8/kXq3L-kRY2sw2JrT8oCcEUD1YZlorNbVACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210901_182600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADIksaK33Ds/YVRraCXWN7I/AAAAAAAAlQ8/kXq3L-kRY2sw2JrT8oCcEUD1YZlorNbVACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210901_182600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdOYG1BYzg/YVRrZs8uRyI/AAAAAAAAlQ4/imtJTp-5bdk_GaNj-Lzi8a6um_dfHgycwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210904_155842.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdOYG1BYzg/YVRrZs8uRyI/AAAAAAAAlQ4/imtJTp-5bdk_GaNj-Lzi8a6um_dfHgycwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210904_155842.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmFdb5DMVZs/YVRraM4M4-I/AAAAAAAAlRA/GyPHNgibWDomXmG8Sza3xQP63bDtFxTwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210904_165526.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmFdb5DMVZs/YVRraM4M4-I/AAAAAAAAlRA/GyPHNgibWDomXmG8Sza3xQP63bDtFxTwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210904_165526.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2znilbz2iE/YVRrb1w_pVI/AAAAAAAAlRE/S6PVhoN52f0bBVPPTnTsSxBPKzUatoAMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210904_170921.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2znilbz2iE/YVRrb1w_pVI/AAAAAAAAlRE/S6PVhoN52f0bBVPPTnTsSxBPKzUatoAMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210904_170921.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffN-nD5fm6M/YVRrdD2SFpI/AAAAAAAAlRI/LcR_0_HxIvUlL0HvneTiECTgAUTRTpAvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210928_172242.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffN-nD5fm6M/YVRrdD2SFpI/AAAAAAAAlRI/LcR_0_HxIvUlL0HvneTiECTgAUTRTpAvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210928_172242.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ou_T3hUV2M/YVRrdlnjjmI/AAAAAAAAlRM/UoSUN6WKHDstvequsOn66rKFPZ2Q3gBIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210928_172948.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ou_T3hUV2M/YVRrdlnjjmI/AAAAAAAAlRM/UoSUN6WKHDstvequsOn66rKFPZ2Q3gBIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210928_172948.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-49672722963676317972021-09-30T16:26:00.002+05:302021-09-30T16:26:24.908+05:30Drive To Survive.<p> <span style="font-size: 17px;">You arrived a little too soon,</span></p>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Perhaps weighing a tad too less</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But you've been a fighter since your first breath,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Crossing every hurdle and defying death.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Little one, you've seen too much too soon,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But your existence has been a miraculous boon, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">It'll only make you stronger and braver</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Perhaps the road ahead is smoother and in your favor.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Everyday we see things beyond our grasp,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Sometimes Fate decides to take people in its mortal clasp,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Seeing these little miracles battle against sepsis shock and more,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Makes one take heart and hope there are better days in store.</span><br />
<!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210930_151417_741.sdocx--><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMeGcUIzOlk/YVWXOoqKMqI/AAAAAAAAlRg/r5oT7MAAhDgulBuVHpgdAndGKJ5P4J8QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20210930_151611_574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1901" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMeGcUIzOlk/YVWXOoqKMqI/AAAAAAAAlRg/r5oT7MAAhDgulBuVHpgdAndGKJ5P4J8QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_20210930_151611_574.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>Baby of Ranjitha, day 22 of life, Preterm with Respiratory Distress Syndrome, battled Septicaemia and Septic shock, Apnoea of Prematurity, NNH and much more..</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>Each day is a fight for survival and this champ is trying to do it against all odds.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><i>To the spirit of life!</i></span></div>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-10762807721865074502021-09-02T19:25:00.003+05:302021-09-02T22:28:27.842+05:30Colours on my palette.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_yvdpkxhcw/YTDVaBT4HJI/AAAAAAAAlHE/_ZfC_nZJaREMYh1MjaD_bFeaBSBVf7TswCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210822_180857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_yvdpkxhcw/YTDVaBT4HJI/AAAAAAAAlHE/_ZfC_nZJaREMYh1MjaD_bFeaBSBVf7TswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210822_180857.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-11862654748291573952021-08-21T16:11:00.003+05:302021-08-21T16:11:51.926+05:30Resilience. <p><span style="font-size: 17px;">Against the odds she held on,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">After a week in limbo, with much to cope,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Another week, through multiple tubes and wires she pulled through, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And she emerged again, at the break of dawn,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Giving us all a glimmer of hope.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">If miracles exist, she was one,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Her courage was second to none,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Through all the pain, she kept up her valiant fight.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Shrunken and pale, yet she was a heartwarming sight.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Days and nights keep passing by,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">There are patients who come and go,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">There are some who make it to the sunny side, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">There are some who never regain their stride,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But there are some who push through every high and low,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Those who were meant to soar and fly.</span><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210821_160856_771.sdocx--></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAXoVTDclbw/YSDYEgC5NUI/AAAAAAAAlEk/U2r9tkdTMTgLhF2DUC1IyppxlBqT6dnnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210818_110642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAXoVTDclbw/YSDYEgC5NUI/AAAAAAAAlEk/U2r9tkdTMTgLhF2DUC1IyppxlBqT6dnnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210818_110642.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><i><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Huda Fathima was in the ICU and on mechanical ventilator for two weeks after which she recovered. One of the rare instances of such a prolonged ICU stay and making it out successfully. Happy to have been part of the team involved in her recovery. </span></i><p></p><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210821_155936_683.sdocx-->Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-62409403769783809582021-07-18T06:43:00.002+05:302021-07-18T06:43:14.579+05:30Incoherence <p> </p><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">They say good memory is a boon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But not when you've lost a loved one too soon.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Does it really every get any better?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">When there are stories for every photo, video or letter.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">There are only memories everywhere</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">All I know is we shall never make new memories anymore. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">It's only the good old times I can rewind and replay</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">And wish you were here with me, watching us.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">How I wish I had more time with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">I wish I could bargain like you, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But only this time with God,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Atleast to bid you a goodbye.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Sometimes I fear the bitterness growing in me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">But I know you wouldn't want that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">With all the love and care you gave us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">We can only hope to be loving and kind.</span><br /><br /><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210718_063459_896.sdocx-->Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386106796035514408.post-41254710897198303512021-07-10T12:28:00.001+05:302021-07-10T12:28:18.414+05:30When Memory is Painful <p><i> </i></p><i><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The scent of you as we hugged?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The creases on your hands, aged with work?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The joy in your smile as you painted a masterpiece?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The way you'd dig deep into your purse and fish out anything we needed like magic?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The way you sang songs in your own inimitable melody?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The taste of your rasam, in your trademark style?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Will I always remember, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">The way you loved us, pure and unconditionally?</span><br />
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 17px;">Could I ever revisit, every memory we shared together?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Could I ever relive;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Every time I clasped your hand as we crossed the road?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Every walk we had in the neighborhood, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Every time we'd shop together for me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Every journey we've shared together</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Except this last one, you're on, by yourself. </span></i><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210710_122108_881.sdocx-->Jayashree Satish Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14112641861983675595noreply@blogger.com0