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. 

Promise

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

Till

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

Courage

Determination

Laughter

And

love!




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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 

Here 

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!

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Big Steps

little shoulders 

tiny shoes, 

big steps

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Krishna- Our Beloved

fear smeared on face

happy but not

caught red handed

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Unrequited

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.

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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

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