When she got married,
her mother spent sleepless nights.
Oblivion engulfed her mornings,
tea went cold each time,
cups were returned to the kitchen counter,
unbelievably from a tea-addict like her.

Her favorite dishes, sweet and sour,
left untouched for hours,
begged to be devoured.
Morsels cut down to halves,
chewed painfully longer,
without appetite or hunger.

Sarees lacked her taste
and were replaced
by dull fabrics and shades.
Her agony was shut behind doors
of the welcoming smiles.
The inevitable was to happen
How could she part
from her sweetheart?

Was she happy?
Was she sad?
Her jovial demeanor
took shades of grey and black.
A daughter getting married,
a mother’s ultimate dream.
But a tangerine joy it was
that left her grieving inside.

Her dried, swollen eyes,
she hadn’t allowed them rest
Her lips raw and numb,
she hadn’t uttered a word.
For more than a fortnight,
she sobbed on the phone.
Fragmented, in pieces
She muttered this,

My heart can’t take the pain.
I’ll never ask for a daughter again.”


Asha Seth

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  1. I love my Ma like everyone,but don’t get to see her often or whenever I want to,cause I live far away from her.Once again my eyes are wet after reading this.Feel like going back to her forever by leaving everything behind.

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    1. Mothers and what all is expected of them. It’s rightly thus said, a mother is the whole world, put together all emotions, all relations, she encompasses all. This was written as a tribute to all moms 💕 Mani. 😘

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  2. I love this, I know I say it all the time but I really love this one especially, is this your best piece so far…I’m not sure for the choice is extensive but this is a strong contender!

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    1. It’s special, J. There are quite a few that I love as a reader. Happy beyond measure to have your thoughts so explicitly shared. As I have replied to other readers also, that this remains with me for several reasons, typically because it’s personal. My mother has never been an approver of traditions where women suffer. And the practice that the girl should have to leave her home and accept another is just beyond her. Even as a girl, she was lost with it, and experienced the feelings all over again with my marriage. It’s weird sometimes what memories make a person go through. 🙂
      Did I tell you I have missed your presence?

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      1. Your comment is absolutely fascinating and makes me wonder how such powerful memories affect people I know. The extra layer of meaning really underlines why this one has a special place in your heart. You never have to miss me my friend, I am always around on one medium or another!

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  3. Great!
    I love the sections showed a different aspect, with rhyme and imagery, then the sad conclusion arrived…
    The mindset that daughters are less than sons is really tragic and who can tell the toll that takes on females raised in such countries, and on society?

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    1. Appreciate you sharing your views, Fionn. 🙂 I feel it’s more about old traditions than the social status of woman in certain societies or nations. You’re right though in your views of the consequences.

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  4. Ah the stress we as parents go through when our children are left to their own devices to pick and choose a relationship we are not ok with. This was well covered and well chronicled as to the process we go through. Great job Asha!

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  5. What a way to describe this mom- daughter bond. I can feel the pain and one day have to go through it. I have a daughter as my only child. And in 3-4 years she too will go away! Deeply touched! Beautifully penned!

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    1. Hey Meenakshi, how do you do? Daughters are special. And without them, mothers always seem to experience a void. I felt that with my mom’s grieving for me. With time, she’s just learnt to live without me around but that void is forever. I can only wish you ache less for your daughter when the time comes. 🙂 Delighted as ever to read tour thoughts. Keep in touch.

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      1. Sure Asha I will visit your site regularly as I liked the way you write. I’m training myself to live without her. The only thing I want for her is to stay her happy. I have started keeping myself busy to get ready for that day!

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    1. I immensely love this piece, Kamea. Not just because it’s personal. But because it’s a rare memory of things that were and will always be. Be awesome as you are. I hope the neck surgery is healing all right! Care. Asha. ❤

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  6. The title Tangerine suits this very well👌carrying a very deep meaning.

    Dear Asha, you have very beautifully pictured the void in life of a mother after her daughter’s marriage.

    My mothers eyes moistened after reading this & she simply hugged me for few moments whitout saying anything ,my eyes moistened too.

    Its very difficult to fill up the emptiness caused by seperation of daughter after her marriage.
    It just like giving off a vital body part.My mothers views ☺

    I will be missing her badly after my marriage thats for sure. 😢

    Have a nice time & week end too

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    1. Your mother’s said it well for both of us, Kiran. My mother said – It’s like your heart’s ripped off of you, and you only watch.
      I am glad you enjoyed reading it. I wrote it for her after my marriage. In a year’s time, I never thought I’d publish it. But I did now, only to voice out what every mother must feel. 🙂

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      1. I religiously enjoy reading your each and every post dear Asha 👱 ….each time it gives me new experience and true fact of life..this is a very valuable and superb gift that you offered to your mother.

        I would love to know your mother’s reaction when she read / will read this lovely poem.

        Hope you are enjoying your work too .

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        1. Come to think of it, my mother is not someone who easily expresses what she feels. So I don’t remember if she so much as shared a word. She is a great admirer of my works. For every post that I write, I translate them for her. And she loves reading them.
          As to answer your question, I guess she was moved and happy too, as at my next visit, she made my favorite Indian dessert – Kheer. 🙂

          Moms really are like kids, grownup kids. They’d do anything for you, if you shower them with love. ❤

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          1. Thats a lovely sweet reward of love 🍲 …yes its true moms are grown up kids for thier kids.Mother’s love has no limits like a vast ocean.

            Its a challenging day for me today. Bieng the class rep..I have to deliver a welcome speech for newly admitted fresher students…I will be adressing a mass of 400 people including the teachers and parents as well.

            I have anchored the Independence day , republic day , annual day celebrations at our school. Still there is a bit of nervousness .I would like build up my stage speaking confidence .

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  7. Hello again Asha. How are you doing today?
    Holy mother of god. Asha that was so beautifully penned. I am seriously at a loss of words after reading this.
    I’ve been reading up on your poems lately, man. God you have a gift.
    I seriously do not know how I can make you understand how beautiful I thought that poem was my friend.
    Please do not ever stop writing.
    A couple of questions.
    Who was the inspiration behind this?
    Have you read Khaled Hosseini’s books yet?
    Take care and have a great day. Hope to hear from you soon.:)

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    1. Yes, I have read Hosseini’s books. And I feel each one of his books are profoundly interesting. My mother is the protagonist in this poem. I write this to capture what every mother’s heart must go through, in the sentiments of what my mother felt.
      I distinctly remember meeting my mom, a month after my wedding. And she looked so pale, so thin, as though someone’s lost their only reason to live. That first look has stayed with me, which I’ve penned down here.
      I am happy to read your thoughts on my pieces. Keep coming. 🙂


      1. I see. Must have been hard. I remember this one incident. I was leaving for college and I remember my mother’s face then.
        It was one of the most crappy train rides of my life.
        The reason I asked you whether you’d read Hosseini, was because when I read this poem it reminded me of him.
        The best authors and poets are painters. They are adept at painting emotions and characters.
        Hosseini being one such example.
        Hope you have a great day. 🙂

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        1. I love his books, his style of writing is like no other. I have been greatly inspired by Maurier’s works though. I feel that there’s a tinge of that flavour in my works. Even Lahiri for that matter. I greatly admire her works. And you’re absolutely right, there are writers and then there are imaginators. I like to be in the second category. 🙂 Have an amazing week, my friend.

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