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"Face" the World - Don't Get Lost!

This is one of the situations when I don't want anyone to get losssst. And what better place to express my opinion than here.

I'll come to the point straight away. I was going through a recent piece of news on the BBC website where they had reported about an almost total face transplant. The surgery was successfully carried on, on a woman, who is now said to respond well to the new face. The news headline intrigued me and I read on.

Then I saw what one of the docs said – “We know that there are so many patients there in their homes where they are hiding from society because they are afraid to walk to the grocery stores, they are afraid to go the street.”

This touched me and I thought of putting it across in this precious space I own. Nothing can beat the mental trauma of having a disfigured face (unless you are Micheal Carleone and desperately trying to prove a point with a distorted face). You can not eat, can not smell, and worse, you can not even smile! Just imagine…

This woman was going through the same. And with one surgery, the doctors have restored her back her ability to smell and smile also! This team of doctors was led by Dr Maria Siemionow. Blessed be her soul and those who did this wonderful job. It is as good as giving people back their life.

Having read this, how do you think you can contribute in this great effort? Well, if you know anyone who is hiding and is ashamed to face the world, all because of a distorted face, you can bring in some light and hope in their world. Spread the word around...

If you want to read about this surgery in detail, here is the link - Doctors Explain Face Transplant

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About Me...

The cup of coffee in my hand,
while watching the rain dance on the floor.
The dew drops on the petals
of a pink flower in the garden.

The colour of the walls in my room.
The music of the green wind-chimes hanging by those walls.

The bow of my hat, the purr of the neighbourhood cat.
The watching of sun melting in the western skyline,
from my little window.

The lush green mountains,
And the chattering waterfalls on their laps.
The small black bird watching them all.

The folding of waves in the seas,
Their impulsive kissing the sands and running back coyly.
The lover who sits by the sea side,
With her dearest... or without him.

The love for the guy who taught me what love is all about.
The one who loved me for several years and left a few years back.
The letters that he wrote to me, his cards and gifts
which still nestle in the darkest corner of my room.

The music of a marriage procession on the streets of Delhi,
The distant music of some wedding party in the stillness of a cold December night.

The strumming of my guitar, the peacefulness of the flute.
My fully loaded, but modestly priced lappy.
My CDs, my audio tapes, and the unfailing loyalty of my 10 year old music system.

The fragrance of my make up things, and the beauty that they extend to me...
My flattering and sometimes harsh mirror.
The new wardrobe makeover, the brightness of my brand new stilettos.

The cushions on my bed, the loving affection of my thick pillow.
The pamper of my warm quilt in the cold cold nights.
Along with the bed that I call my Firdaus...

The friend called Ma, the guide called Baba, the philosopher called life.
The house that is much more than shelter or a place to return to.

The hues of mood swings in my best friends,
their lectures and ‘not sugar coating things’
the 'wazzup' of my chat friends,
the kissing of that guy I like so much these days.

I am everything that I like.
I am everything that I love.

On My Way to Goa.......

A Dream Come True

My beloved Preetu, whom I was introduced as my colleague, but with her sheer genius and amicable personality, became one of my very close friends in an astonishingly short time period of 3 months has written this for her beloved (no that's not me, :( unfortunately, yet I thought this needs a deserving space (hope this is a good place to put forth her first attempt in poetry.....))

A Dream Come True

Preet

When the sun is shining bright

and the breeze is blowing light;

Comes flowing in my mind

The thought of love I can't find;

Deep in my soul, is a grinding moan,

Of a failure to seek, embrace and call someone my own.

And just then, riding on a milky horse

came an heir of several lands and chores;

His eyes like two diamonds sparkling shine

His torso of a warrior in valour divine;

Down he descends from his rider

With an attitude of a victorious fighter.

His smile that sinks deep into my heart

And my soul tears out into several parts;

His breath was like a survival desire

His touch had the warmth of a latent fire;

His words were like fragrant petals dropping few

An experience my friends I never knew.

How I feel the world in his arms

And all my hearts moaning, Has sunk into smiling calms.

This My Beloved, I need to tell you

That you are my Dream Come True.

P.s. (Dedicated to my husband)

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