Secret Emotion-

Every Endless Night,
Has a Dawning Day.
Every Darkest sky.
Has a Shiny Ray,
And It Shines, all new.
Baby cant U see,
we could have felt this moment,
till d years run by..
But
its Ur secret emotion.
That steals Ur delight.
N d silence falls between US,
As the shadow steals d light.

But wherever U may find it,
wherever U may be...

Let Ur Secret Emotion come to Me......

Within My Books of MEMORIES......

Within my book of MEMORIES...........

Are special thoughts of YOU....
There are GIFT of many TREASURES.......
And all the evidence of glorious THINGS.....
Which, Because of YOU, came TRUE...

As I turn back the pages of MEMORIES...........
Some NEW and some OLD.....
And RECALL each single THOUGHT................
When TIMES were filled with TROUBLES....
SADNESS,GRIEF or even DOUBT........
I realize the HAPPINESS and PLEASURE........
That knowing YOU has brought.......
When all those things YOU planned ON........
Just aren't OUT (Howzatt!!!!!............)

There are MEMORIES of the TIMES......
We've SHARED both BRIGHT ( :-) ) as well as GLOOMY ( :-( )
There are MEMORIES of YOUR KINDNESS........
And YOUR friendly, THOUGHTFUL WAYS.......
If I put them TOGETHER..............
They COULD not stand in QUEUE..............
But the BEST of them ALL
Is of the MOMENTS We had TOGETHER.....
In HAPPINESS and BLISS..............

There are MEMORIES of your laughter,
YOUR CUTE and CHEERY SMILE ( ;-) )..............
That added a BRIGHT NOTE to EACH of US.....
And made LIFE more WORTHWHILE...............

There are MEMORIES of the THINGS.............
We planned each FRIENDLY little CHAT,
When WE would get TOGETHER.......
And just talk of THIS and THAT .....
Why is this LIKE THIS and why is this LIKE THAT??

As I MOVE along LIFE'S WAY
These MEMORIES GROW PRECIOUS and BLESSED............
With every PASSING DAY........
In the END.....
I am happy to have FOUND YOU......
IT'S a SMALL PRICE to PAY.....
I will NEVER FORGET THESE MEMORIES..................
That I have SPENT till DAYS
With YOU...................

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LONG LIVE OUR FRIENDSHIP......

Matrix With My Son...:P

Matrix With My Son - PuthiyaMaadhavi

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(Just Luv THis...)

Are you really coming? Varun asked me.

Yes daa, I too bored sitting at home.

Mummaa, it is an English movie, without seeing the first two parts

You cannot follow this story, iam telling this in advance,

Then you should not regret for seeing this movie afterwards.

No. daa.

I took my cotton maroon colour saree . nowadays shiva doesn’t have time

For movies and theatres. Especially after his promotion. His workload

Is increased like his target.

He is not even thinking of spending his Sundays with me. It’s really

Irritates me.

I just sat at the back with varun in his new hero Honda.

It is nice and some type of different feeling and experience to travel with

Teenage son and that too in his two-wheeler in the hot sunlight

Mumbai eastern highway.

Take care daa, don’t go fast. The show at 3.30 only, still enough time daa

It is weekday. The rush will be less in the adlabs. My words were giving red

Signal but my tone celebrated his speed.

Mulund R-mall the theatres at the third floor. Our movie Matrix was

Shown in screen 4.

Wait maa, I will go and buy the tickets first, then we will do some

Shopping.

Ok daa.

Varun and myself went to the bookstore. Varun was going through all animation

Books. I was in the fiction side. Varun turned at me.

Mummy, this is the book I was searching for. I will buy it. They will

Accept credit cards.

I took the book and my x-ray eyes looking for the price. It is 750/ rupees.

Varun, don’t you feel it is costly

What?! Books prices are same at all stores . it is the latest version

And new book maa. Don’t compare the price with your VT/Chuchgate

Window-shopping old books.

Yaa, He is right. That too he is asking for his books.

My credit card is swiped.

Chalo ammaa, we are getting late. After the movie we go to the

Bombay bazaar. There you can but your grocery items too. It is too

Big maa. Varieties of rice , dal, vegetables etc etc ..

Is it?

15 minutes left. We went to the theatre. First varun gone inside very

fast.

Ticket..

Varun…

He was showing the two tickets from there.

I went inside.

What is there to hurry?

The boys sometimes behave upnormal .. loosu pasanka..

We were settled in our seats.

Varun, varun, sent one sms to dad.. that we were in the rmall theatre

Mummy, don’t be childish, this time dad must have been in the meeting with

His clients.

So what? Sent .. sent..

Ok ammaa.

Within 10 minutes the seats were full.

Mostly college going boys and girls. .

Isch..sh.. sh.. what a mistake I did, today I came in the cotton saree.

Whenever varun’s daddy asked me to wear saree at that times I used to

Wear jeans and tops..

mmm… with young son , matrix movie like a senior citizen

I and my saree.. I felt uncomfortable.

After all the ads the movie started. Really I could not follow anything.

I was looking at varun. He was enjoying the movie.

I want to talk to him. I love to watch movie with comments. I know

Varun never likes if anyone talks to him whenever he was

Watching movie , tv..

Yaa he is different. My characters live in the earth. His characters

Are aliens. ..

Matrix is his world not mine. I have wasted money coming to this movie.

I should have gone to Pithamagam or Thirumalai..

The sound effects is too good, new theatre. I felt that someone putting crackers

Inside my head.. my ear drums splitted into hundred pieces. I was looking around.

All eyes at the screen..

My right hand side the boy and the girl, may be lovers.

The boy is giving the popcorn to the girl .. nearly feeding only.

This girl cannot eat popcorn with her hands or what?

Rubbish..

Dumeel dumeel

The girl was scared and gone closer to him.. the boy may be waiting for this.

He just hold her in his chest..

Dumeel dumeeeeeel

Oh I should not turn at my right side.

They lights were put on. Oh it is intervel.

Hai varun..

Hai

Hai.. hai hai varun, hai.. hey..

Young boys and girls .. looking at varun and me.

Varun was quite. Not even ready to get up from his seat.

What did happen to my varun bheta?

Why this serious look in his face?

I don’t think so he will get up now and but some popcorn, lays or thumsup.

His purse may be weak..

I took 2 fifty rupees note and gave it to him.

‘so sweet mummaa…his eyes used to smile whenever I gave extra pocket money

like this to him. But today..? what happen.. there is no reflection in his face.

His choice of movie, his favorite hero, he enjoyed every frame..

Still after the lights on the darkness gone to his face..

Thank god the lights went off. The movie started . but the same old

Scenes again and again. The hero is always with his gun from all parts of

His body.

Dumeel dumeel only.

He runs he flies with his machine guns.

The camera was moving .. you can see from all directions the machines

And the fighting. I felt that the hero is playing video games with

Machine guns.

Machine guns robots dumeel dumeel sound effect..

More than this I could not understand anything from this movie.

However after the movie, I felt proud…

We both were coming down. At that time I have noticed that I was the only person

Plus 50 in this crowd.

Varun not with me.. where he is?

I was looking here and there

There he was..

I have just reminded him our shopping programe to him.

There was no reply from his side.

Varun headache daa. That sound effect … ..you know…

I left the sentence incomplete after seeing his gloomy face.

He took me to the snacks bar.. I saw the menu card to place my order.

Rasam vada rupees eighty..

Ammaadiyo.. .. devaaa, two vadai and one small bowl rasam

80 rupees…

mmm I know this is not price for the rasam and vadai. This for

this AC hall, foreign setup. Powerful lights..

varun, coffee enough.

Varun brought two cups of coffees. It is self service system.

The arrival of the coffee cups itself reduced my headache.

I felt relaxed. I took the coffeee cup..

NO coffee steam.. it was ice cold.

Enjoy the ice cold coffee …

The boy and the girl inside the glass window.

I felt like throwing the coffee cup on that add..

Coffee means what?

Hot hot hot..

Drinking the coffee , hot sips in the throat.. what a experience..

I this people want to drink something cold, there is enough cold

Drinks, ice creams etc etc. why should they make coffee .. cold..

Idiots..

We came out.

I saw nice pillow covers..

Varun let us go inside, I was planning to change the cushion covers

Before diwali.

No maa, next time, go with dad.

Varun, look there, all gim items, come come. Let me find out the price of the

Morning walker..

Keep quiet maa.

See varun, arrival of new items at fabindia. Let me buy some tops

For ammu..

Ammaa, ammu never likes your taste. Don’t waste time and money

Ok daa , we will go the food bazaar

No

Varun went out and started his byke.

I sat quietly. The pallu of my saree was flying in the wind. I have tried to

Adjust.

Group of boys and girls standing in the rickshaw stand.

Many voices.. hai varun hai hai hai…

Varuns voice is very low..

That day night my shiva was teasing me…

Hello matrix mother, how was the movie?

I think they should give you award..

You are the first mother , for matrix with son.. hey.. hey..

Shivaaa.. my master.. don’t be jealous..!

Beware.!. I will go with my son for movies..

Shiva was laughing loudly..

‘’poor fellow my little darling.. hereafter I will not put my son

like this uncomfortable situation.. sorry daa varun.. “ I feel like

saying all this inner voice.. but as usual I was started to explain the

story .. with my own imagination, my own matrix to shivaa

without knowing that he was snoring.....