A Left Hander's Story

It all began when
My hands met a ball…
It was the time when
I didn’t knew left or right
And right or wrong…..
I threw the ball
And my family grew ecstatic…
Encore! Encore! was the call..
The ball again kissed my hands
And I threw it with best of my strength…
A voice came “He has got a devil in him,
He is using the wrong hand”….
There was silence all around…
I was made to throw again and
‘Devil in me’ in was confirmed….
Years went by and time told me
That I was left-handed….
I was pleaded
I was scolded
I was bribed
To make me use my right...
Teachers also joined the league…
My ‘angel’ friends were fascinated
With the ‘Devil in me’…..
There was discrimination all around..
Using scissors was a hard task…
And writing on the armchair was
A nightmare…
While eating at a restaurant
My cola changed to orange…..
And my devilish arm collided
With the saintly arms…..
Despite all these
And many more little things
I still love the
‘Devil in Me’…….

                 By Ramit Batra

My First Cup Of Tea..

The time was when I was in class Fourth

My height even didn't reach the gas stove

Standing on a stool in the kitchen

Holding the lighter with little fear

Raising the feet I kept the pan

asking Grandma what to do the next

Calmly holding to what she said

I added ingredients with no mistake

Adding ginger without forgetting

and a cup of milk with proper measuring

Now its time to filter it out

But my hands vibrates about

Thinking to call Grandma here

but she was ill so let her be there

half tea in cup half on slab

Really I made the kitchen a huge mess

Slowly by her its sip is taken

I looked at her waiting for reaction

My fear vanished within seconds

as she speaks out with lots of blessings

That day I gained a confidence in me

That's how I made my first cup of tea...