Sunday, May 13, 2012


There's so much being told about Mothers, that I couldn't resist myself posting it...I too love my Mom you see :)

-Saptarshi Basu

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.

Mothers are the place where love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells
In honor of our birth.

Mothers are the sun that lights
For life our inner sky,
So we may know that we are loved
And need not question why.

Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon our black despair,
So even when we weep, we know
That someone's always there.
Whatever fear, or stress, or pain
Might them to anger move,
We know that underneath the storm
We have, always, their love.


Felt good inside my heart that the topic I touched upon in my novel, AUTUMN IN MY HEART about Child abuse , is being shown in today's edition of Satyamev Jayate by Aamir Khan

Hi Aamir,
I would like to appreciate you for bringing such a wonderful program .I watched Harish Iyer in your last episode and almost cried. Also, I was overjoyed. You might think how a man can be overjoyed looking at someone’s pain. Yes, I was. Only because, I had written exactly the same thing in my novel ‘AUTUMN IN MY HEART’
The Character of my novel, Vinod was sexually abused by his uncle who had taken the complete care of his family after his father’s death. After prolonged abuse, Vinod started feeling homosexual tendencies. I think that’s also the same story with your hero, Harish Iyer.
Thanks a lot to Nikhil Agarwal for bringing forth the hitherto overlooked aspect. Many had reviewed my novel by had kept this aspect hidden.
I hope Aamir my word reaches you and my best wishes for gifting us with ‘SATYAMEV JAYATE’

                   Thanks and Regards,
                                    Saptarshi Basu


He came close to me and rubbed his hand on my head. ‘What are you studying ?’ 
‘ Physics Chachu. You are all wet.’ 
‘ It’s been raining all the day.Let me change and take a shower. Did you eat your dinner?’ He asked while searching for his towel. It was hanging on the side of the chair.
‘ Yes, and you?’ I helped him with the towel. 
‘I am in no mood to eat’ he said before getting into the bathroom. We slept after some hours.He tossed and turned while I felt drowsy. Uncle used to drink a lot at times. It lead to life-size fights with Aunty but he still kept to it. ‘Are you asleep ?’ he asked. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing my hair. I didn’t answer and went to sleep. I don’t know what the time was, as it was all dark.All I could feel the prickling of the moustache and my lips locked. At first, I was too stunned to think anything. Slowly I realised someone was deeply kissing me.
Next day I woke up with a queer feeling .First, I felt guilty. I loved my Uncle a lot and couldn’t gear up the courage to say him anything. Sangita Aunty has gone for a week. It happened again the next night .And then next night. I remained awake closing my eyes and pretending to sleep till those hands slowly felt me.