Here is Aiswarya’s submission, a poem and a short story for the contest. Aishwarya Sridhar is a mom, a classical dancer, a crocheter, a travel lover and a writer. Still pursuing the arts, she now is training many budding stars through online too. With a love in learning languages and travelling places, her interest in writing made her pen down many stories from her young age.
This pursuit of writing made her to co-write her thoughts along with her friend
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Here is Aishwarya’s poem.
To the store we went to purchase,
Two wonderful shawls without any haste.
For my uncle in abroad,
With my Aunt, Cousins, Mom and Dad.
There was a Pashmina Shawl so beautiful,
That turned my Mom’s heart wishful.
But she felt not that important to possess,
As the climate outside had heat to caress.
Thoughts were on the shawl for Mom,
Even after we all coming home.
But Mom along with all of us was quite glad,
To get the stuff uncle wished he had.
Next day, we had a surprise visitor,
It was Dad’s old friend from Jaipur.
Having come for an official trip,
He and Dad took a hot coffee sip.
Along with them having coffee and chitchat,
We all too had fun and sat.
Dad’s friend presented a gift,
Which I opened in a swift.
It was a beautiful Pashmina Shawl,
Which Mom yearned after all.
A memorable gift that one can never part,
Which remains forever in our heart.
– Aishwarya Sridhar
Short Story on Pashmina Shawl
Our home too was filled with joy, tense, excitement, anticipation and deep thoughts on this day, as it happens in each home during the day of 12th board exam results.
“Shyam, Dad’s on phone. He wants to talk to you.” I shouted and gave the receiver to him when he came running with anxiety, uttering “Must be my results!”
The contented smile on his face made us feel happy that he got more than expected. Dad was all smiles when he reached home and said, “With such good percentage you would definitely get into the college of your choice.”
This did happen and Shyam was ready packing his stuff to one of the prestigious institutions in our country but quite far from us. Going to North India is quite a thought for people down south and to a place near our Capital city is way beyond it. Our bags were pretty filled with warm stuffs as the temperature up there would be low comparatively.
Mom covered herself with the Pashmina shawl that Dad had gifted, when leaving from home. That shawl was so dear to Mom as it was the first gift Dad gave her after their marriage. Dad had bought this from Chandigarh during his Official trip just before their wedding. So, whenever we travel, the shawl would be her first companion.
We all loved his college, hostel and his instant friends who were freshers like him. We spent a day exploring the place and finally had to bid farewell to him. It was such an emotional adieu for all of us, the first-time parting for a longer period. Shyam laid his head on Mom’s lap, just as he does always whenever he feels low, with tears rolling on. It was time for our flight and we had to depart with heavy hearts.
With our thoughts engrossed with memories and events, we reached the Airport and were ready to board our flight, when Mom realized that her shawl was missing. She could vaguely remember her wearing the shawl in Shyam’ s college but could not recall whether she started to Airport with it, on her.
Already with Shyam’ s departure and with the shawl missing, Mom was totally perplexed when she entered home. Just then, our landline started to ring, “Shyam!” Dad shouted with glee hearing his voice through phone. Mom grabbed the receiver gently from Dad as she could not control her happiness to hear his voice. It was as though applying the right medicine for her inner grief.
“Ma, I did miss you so much. I did miss sleeping on your lap. But I really had a good sleep last night, way than I thought. I had the feeling that I slept on your lap. All thanks to you Ma for leaving your shawl behind. Placing the folded shawl under my head, I felt as if I was laying my head on your lap. Love you Ma!” exclaimed Shyam delightfully.
Mom could express no words hearing this. Happiness knew no bounds on her face when she slowly placed down the receiver and started on with her daily chores, back with her sweet smile. Her treasure is with her priceless possession.