Life on well in the middle

Here I am sitting on a bamboo stick over a well across, with wall surrounding

My both front and back and current, past present and future, is scary,

My life going ahead, I feel sick and lonely, did I lived, lost or to live….

I feel I have authority to stop my time, when I feel I lost my past and nowhere

Seeing my future, and current I am dead alive, so here I like to stop,

But my grand mother calls the Kala Bhairava, what you are doing to my grand daughter,

What she has done, do you have any idea? Lets get up amma, its fine, you don’t need to stop your life,

Life is back of you just move ahead for your son, my dad says and there my man to blew wind, which I just may fall in well or fly out and fall on ground, its his choice what he wants me to do,

He gave the authority as his wife, but never been a man who can be with me feeding atleast a sip of

Mango frooti…

I sit here another side of the well to the west, asking me mom don’t you want to live for me, do I need to lose you, why mom, if you fear without life with your man, you cannot survive, I am here, get your man,

And my mom says in her sweet voice, Rani, go get your man, am I here before I leave this world, I will make sure you have family life with your man and son dont worry.

There my motherinlaw’s cousins and uncles, amma, all of them say we are here don’t worry, we love you so much, you are our family daughter……

There my Motherinlaw with her adoring heart beating for her son and me, says in telepathy, he is yours don’t worry. I love you everyone who are fighting for me, I am lucky, I never say or argue with my husband, I am just waiting for his word, I live for you I die for you and here I am for you….

 

Jessy Jacob,