Muse WANTED

I seem to be getting into action every time I open the Blogyul-Blogging Bhutan page. Today I read a very interesting post by Rachna(I guess she is a writer too,sorry that's 'cos I don't know anybody there personally).Seriously put into thought by Rachna's latest post about MUSE ON SALE, I was awestruck by the humor bathed with wit in her post. To add to it, there are others following her in putting up their own advertisement for selling their muse,I laughed at the hilarity of some of the weird ways people have chosen to advertise their muse.

But after the laughter ended, I felt sad. I suddenly realized that forget about putting it up for a sale, I don't even have a muse to fall back on. Hmmmmmm, seriously thinking! I guess that's why I could never write a thing worth posting till date. So what I want is a muse.

How does one get a muse? Do we purchase from somebody when they get tired with theirs?(I'm just in the mood to play along with that post I mentioned earlier,no offense meant!). Whatever, let me put up an ad for a muse and lets see if I get a good offer that would turn me into a delightful writer(Keeping my fingers crossed).

Let me make a proper ad, so that I get the best of the muse.
MUSE WANTED.
WORKING CONDITION: Should be able to work in the most muddled brain of a highly pessimist woman. The heart does most of the talking though, so the brain can be forgotten part while dealing with this lady( Now I know why I'm stupid, I never use my brain,arrrgghhh! got to learn how to use my brain).

GENDER: no bar, hey! wait a second! If I choose a female muse, won't I be branded...you know what? and if I choose a male, I'm a decent married woman, so won't it be wrong to ask for another male....this is getting difficult now. Whatever, let me just say, gender no bar.

JOB POSITION:Will be a full time employee so don't you dare think of taking a break. Sometimes might have to work even in odd hours, well you never know when the rusted brain might start functioning again.

PAYMENT: Hmmmmm, to think I thought choosing the gender was a difficult job. Need to ask people who already own a muse whether they pay in cash or kind. So, this will be discussed later.

Serious MUSE wanting to take up the job mentioned above, kindly contact me at this blog.

(This is a work of somebody who is plainly out of mind so please don't take it literally,lol).

Looking out for you.

"Mama," she said sobbing,
"my eyes are wet
and I'm looking out of the window
for you to return home."
She sobs some more.

I stifle my sobs
tears cascading ceaselessly.
"Baby,I'll come home,
I'll come home soon,"
is all I say
for sorrow has drowned my words.

A year has gone by.
My little girl has grown
she smiles and laughs
and plays without me.

But when I close my eyes
I see her eyes are wet
and she is looking out of the window
for me to return home.
I sob ceaselessly.

Language barrier?.....no problem!

A motherly looking lady walked in while I sat gazing at the choo-choo train in the children's park. Many days I've sat in the train and imagined going chaga-chaga-choo-choo all the way back home. I would have tried climbing in the airplane see-saw too but that's too small for my motherly butt, so I spared that poor airplane.

"Hi" she said with a smile that warned me "I don't speak any English!"I replied with a mighty smile that told her "I want to have a conversation with anybody, even a stranger who speaks no English." She understood I guess. She asked something in her language, ignoring what she was talking about, I asked," Spanish?" "Si," she replied with a lovely smile. "I don't (I shook my head vigorously to drive home the point) speak Spanish, only ENGLISH( I said English louder than the rest). She made a pout to tell me there was no chance for any conversation between us.

I didn't want to give up so easily. Loneliness can be so intriguing at times that it could bring the stranger in you alive; I've never been much of a conversationalist but how long can one survive, talking with oneself? I needed company. I needed somebody to talk to. Anybody would do, even this stranger who didn't share a common language with me.I wasn't going to give up so easily.

"You've baby?" I asked, thinking the word 'kids' or children would be too difficult for her to comprehend. "Bha-be?" she asked back. Hhatever! I knew she understood. "Si! uno,"she smiled. A person smiles a lot when in a tight situation like the two of us were in. She pointed to me,she was asking the same to me my instinct told me. "dos" I replied with my two fingers up in case my pronunciation failed the counting in Spanish I had picked from listening to Ricky Martin's song. The song played in my head.

She took out her cell phone and showed me her daughter's picture and I did the same. It is an amazing discovery that we spent two hours together in the park and shared details about each other despite the language barrier.

I learnt she is from El Salvador, mother of one and her daughter was left with her parents. She knew I'm from Bhutan and that I miss my daughters a lot. Other than that we even managed to talk about the weather, how hot and humid it was and where we lived in the neighborhood and landed up with the promise that we would meet again the next day too.

As we waved 'bye's, I walked back with the realization that maybe she too needed somebody to talk to about her daughter just like me. How amazing it is that mothers need no language to talk about their kids even with strangers who do not speak your language.