The Yellow House

This is the most recent book i finished reading and when i first saw it lying in the shelf of new fiction in the Library, it caught my eye. The cover said a lot more than other books ever did. It was a yellow two storey house standing at the slope of a green mountain whose under a yellow sky. There were flowers hanging from window sills but the house looked a little ragged. Maintenance was low but there was smoke rising from the high chimeny which indicated it was still inhibited. This yellow painted house carried a mystery i wanted to find out and i brought the book home.

Author, Patricia Falvey was born in North Ireland and raised in Ireland and England and migrated to USA at age of twenty. She has enriched this historic novel with detailed information of the period early twentieth century and brings to life an inspiring story of a woman who fights for her dream of reuniting her family under their own historic Yellow house. The other supporting characters are equally strong, cultivating an adventurous plot mixed with love, hate, anger and forgiveness.
For me, this story was one of a kind. It was a woman's courage to go beyond her childhood ghosts and faith to fulfill the dream she carried on behalf of her Da. The strange ways of her getting in to and out of troubles with different sections of society, getting lost in between the thin line of right and wrong, trying to preserve her own heritage and mesmerizing courage shown on her own battles of parenthood and emotional attachments she developes in her life validates the scenes that flows in the story.  Out of pure rage her destiny allows her to take strange turns she never anticipates and her love's deception leaves her more hurt and contaminated than she could handle on her own. And this Irish warrior fights for the lives of her siblings and bring back the scattered family together finally. And finds her own true love in a place she never dreams of.

Any reader would agree that this woman is more earthly than most heroines that are found in other novels making this a unique and lively experience of Ireland's revolution during the early twentieth century.

Butterfly Wings

It was a sunny day
Pretty flowers blooming and a beauty breeze blowing.
Flying from flower to flower insearch of
precious lustrous nectar I was.
This is my life
A life of a butterfly
Flying from here to there and
Feeding myself.

Can I be your friend
One day I asked from a flower in the end
A nod against the wind was all I received.
Heavy breeze swept the leaves one day
And gushed my poor wings away
I fell on the leaf bed on the ground
I tried I couldn't fly,
That pretty flower gave another nod
Again against the wind.

Happy growing up!

First, happy new year everybody. May this year bring fulfillment and inner strength to all!

It has been a while since I last hopped in and not that life was not interesting to blog about :-) But too many thoughts always confuse the main idea stream and the quality of it vanish in to thin air. In such circumstances it is better to let go than to try and tame the fellow.

Today I am thinking in a straightforward manner as tomorrow is a memorable day for me. My daughter is turning 18 months! Isn't that a serious thing! It was like a dream when she was born in July 2009 and I moving to US with her last year January to live with my husband. So many changes and upgrades and downgrades and 18 months have passed. First 6 months were the most hectic as I never dreamed of what was coming. I had to practise patience to keep myself calm and think through things. But after few months the practise and guessing whats next on line just gave me the strength to move on. And her smile... Her smile kept me going. I struggled hard with life at that time. I had a satisfying job and a flourishing career line which I was happily proceeding. But even though I returned to work, only thing I wanted to do was to come back to her. She was so amazing and growing fast, I didn't want to miss a single thing.

I made up my mind. I gave up my life for she was more important and valuable to me. I wanted her to know that I'm there for her always when she need me. I still want her to know that. I want her to be brave and have courage to go forward in her life. But I want to be there just to see that she's safe. This is my life now. My daughter, I'm standing beside you to give you the hand when you need one. And most of all, I'm here to love you and nourish you and make sure you are never hurt. I will always do my best to give you strength in your life. Happy growing up my little baby and I love you...