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मुहब्बत

हरमौसममेंहमजियाकरतेहै! मुहब्बतकेजामदिनमेंभीपियाकरतेहै! आगकोलगाकरगले, बारिशकीतमन्नाकियाकरतेहै! शामकोखुशबूजिस्मकी, साँसोंमेंलियाकरतेहै! रौशनीकोअँधेरेमेंछुपाके, धीरे-धीरेचांदनीकियाकरतेहै! नज़रोसेबातेंकरके,  चुपचापजियाकरतेहै। शायद... हरमौसममेंहमयुहीमुहब्बतकियाकरतेहै!
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Braided Memories ~ Pages from my Diary

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After chasing my cousins on a sultry summer day, I fell into my grandmother’s lap. She stroked her fingers into my hair and it felt heavenly. She unclipped my hair and I rested my little head close to her bosom. As she blew air on my scalp and with the sweat beads evaporating, summer turned into spring. ‘You have beautiful hair,’ she said and started braiding my hair. Too tired to argue, I let her make two braids turning one side after another. ‘Go see in the mirror, how pretty you look’ and I darted into my parents’ bedroom and lovedwhat I saw.

June 21st, 1991 I love playing with Shilpa. I think we can be good friends. We talked about writing letters to each other and she said we will be pen friends. I hope we go to Pinjore on Saturday and eat cassata. Grandma made two chottis on me  and I like it. I think I will buy ribbons matching with my school uniform. I’ll tell Mamma to buy ribbon when she will go to market. *********************
Restlessly, I rubbed my eyes, paced towards the co…

Who am I, Dad?

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I danced with the wind, not cared for a dime,
Lived under your shadow, when the sun shined.
Like a princess every day, I ordered this and that,
Sang my stupid tales, again and again, you gave me a smile and a pat.
The day search for the ‘prince’ ended; you gave me right away,
Not thinking twice dad, that I’ll miss you every day.
You gave your piece of heart and we both are happy for sure,
Melting in someone’s life, I don’t have time to ask for more.
Have I ever told you; your teachings are not going in vain,
I conquer all my problems, but, I miss you when I’m in pain.
Who am I, dad? I asked myself hundred times,
Just a random girl, who has the best dad of all times!

*I am not a good daughter but my dad is definitely the best.

Quote Unquote ~ 3/365

Those little buds rejoice, Carving the heart in pink. Bountiful, gorgeous, vibrant, The colors of spring.

67% Discounted

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I stubbed my cigarette,
Naked I walk.
On a broken trail,
In the noise of a monologue.
Truth is a product,
I bought 'it' on discount.
Applauding myself in soliloquy,
On the bargain so profound.
25% thrashed, for the world so corrupt,
15% more for shredding peer's trust.
10% lost in commercialization wave,
15% goes to how we behave.
2% is the surcharge,
For making life unbelievingly large.
Go, add your reasons for heavier rebate,
No one cares about truth, of late.
Wait! I found what's bothering me inside,
Killing me for buying the stale lot.
Wiser men stayed away,
What I grabbed, no one ever bought.

*Read the footnote here