Tuesday, 20 September 2016

The Riot Room

A place so lovely and full of joy that once a child enters, they don't want to leave. That is what "The Riot Room" is. The place exudes joy, childhood, adventure, excitement and utmost care. There are many soft play areas in the city which are designed to entertain and engage kids and I have been to almost every one of them. Each one of them fulfills one criteria or the other. Some are more suitable for my younger one and some are more suitable for my older one. Some have latest slides but hardly any space. Some are spacious but not well maintained. Keeping this experience in mind, my expectations from TRR (The Riot Room) were similar. But I was proved wrong. It is not only the largest soft play indoor area I have ever seen, it has the best entertainment facilities for the kids. It is designed from the point of view of kids. It has age wise engagement area, extremely polite and helpful support staff and it is very well maintained. I was surprised by how clean and hygienic every corner of the place was.

Not only does the place keeps the kids engaged, it has a mouth watering selection of snacks. A parent can sit and enjoy their food break while keeping an eye on their kids. Each corner of the place is designed to gain maximum fun and efficiency. I was lucky to spend some time with the owner. Her passion and love for her work and the place was evident. She seems like the driving force behind the success of the place. I took a tour of the place with her and her love and care for the place was quite evident. 

As a mother of two growing up boys, keeping them engaged for a longer period of time is my biggest challenge and TRR seems to be the most suitable answer. 

Sunday, 7 August 2016


I have seen you closely
I know you, like
I know myself
You were always there
Even when I didn't want to

I begged you to leave me,
I prayed you would
I hid in my heart,
you were there
I hid in my mind,
you were there
You became my best friend
Even when I dreaded you,
You were the only one always there

You were taking away my body
You were taking away my mind
I knew what I had to
But I still didn't do
I had no other option
But to let go
You had started breaking my soul

So I promised to save
Whatever was left of me,
my heart, and
my soul

It was a beautiful day,
I promised to
keep you at bay: fear

It was the most beautiful day
When fear gave way to

Fairy Dust by desperadofromhell

Image credit here

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 7: Promise. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Friday, 5 August 2016

Did You?

Walking barefoot I reach, the end 
of earth 
You are not there 
But you said you will meet me, where 
the earth ends, where 
there is death, where  
there is dark, and where 
there is light 

I am here 
Naked of my body 
bathed in darkness 
covered in light 
waiting for you

I float in the air 
I grasp all souls passing by 
There are so many 
Some bleeding 
Some crying 
Some tearing their own body 
Some tearing their souls 
I am one of them 
At the end 

You said, 
You will come 
You did say 
Did you? 
Did I hear you? Or 
did I hear my heart, 
Thinking wishfully, that 
You will be there 
If not in life 
At the least 
In death!

Black Magic Woman by desperadofromhell

Image credit here

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 6: Wishful thinking. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Big Steps

little shoulders 
tiny shoes, 
big steps

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 5: Tiny Shoes. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Krishna- Our Beloved

fear smeared on face
happy but not
caught red handed

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 4: Caught red-handed. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Image credit here

Monday, 1 August 2016


His eyes followed Lata’s curvatures. She was looking ravishing as always. Her dress was well fitted and accentuated her perfect figure. He gently touched her light brown eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Every time she had looked at him, his heart had melted into a puddle. He moved his fingers to her soft pink cheeks, gently caressing them and then to her perfect lips. They were slightly open. This was the first time he was touching them. He bent down and gave her a long kiss. She tasted just like a glass of the most intoxicating red wine. He had dreamed of their first kiss since a few years but this was a little different.

He sighed and backed off. She felt a little cold. She had always been a little cold towards him and would only talk when she had no one else to talk to. Only yesterday, she had shared how she was scared of the threatening letters she was getting almost daily from a guy and no one else was believing her. He remembered how he had reassured her.

Ram gave a suppressed laugh at the thought. Lata had believed him when he had told her he was taking her to a friend’s place. And then upon reaching this place, this home that he had built especially for her,she had tried to run.

“What option did I have then?” Ram thought to himself. This is the only way we will always be together. One last time he looked at her or what was left of her, took the gun and aimed at his temple.

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 2: What you don't know. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Somewhere In Between

Whilst standing in the market
flooding with people
running around, and
scampering through the day
I speak to you   

My daily ramblings
of what happened and what not
who did what and who did not?

Look at Ram running after his brother
complaining loudly to his mother
Mother O mother,
how unfair are you?
why do you let him take everything two?
Complaining just like he used to,
when I was there

On the other side is Sharma uncle,
hurriedly crossing the street,
as usual, he is late
as usual, he didn’t wait,
to kiss good bye to his kids
Just like he never did,
when I was there  

In the front row house is Kavita,
lost in her book
She doesn’t play and doesn’t look
Focused on a future, which
no one has seen
Focused on a future, when
she is not even sixteen
Just like she was
when I was there

Everything is the same
Just like when I was there
Nothing has changed
Just that, I am not there

Next door,
is our home
A place where I lived till I was thirteen
A place which was mine,
before this in-between

Dad just left looking dejected
My six year old brother looks unaffected
but who can blame him?
What has he hardly seen?

I hope he remembers,
how you carried him all day
how I made him rotis and our silly plays
I hope he carries my laughter with him
I hope he carries your hope with him

I hope he remembers how happy we were
till that fateful day
And I hope he forgets the blood display,
the blast,
the aftermath and thousand innocent preys

I hope someday they will find peace within themselves

Till then,
I am here in-between
With you Ma,
Till then we are the angels
Looking over them Ma
Somewhere in-between   

We look down over them and wonder
We know it will be better but still ponder
The future bright and shining for them
Somehow without us,yet
Complete and serene

But till then,
We are here
Somewhere in-between
With them
Without them!

(C) Juztamom 2016

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 1: Stranger than fiction. I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016.