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Aaj bahut dino ke baad
Aayi unn lamho ki hai yaad
Bholepan aur ummeed ka tha saath
Aur sapne hote the aankhon mein

Bahut dino mein laga mujhe
Kisi apne ke saath ki
Jaise ummeed ab bhi baaki hai
Shayad kahin dil ke ek kone mein

Ek aisa apna jo saathi hoga
Subah ke saath shaamon mein
Jo khushi ki wajah banega
Mujh mein aur mere apno mein

Kabhi kabhi darr lagta hai
Kya pehchaan paoongi usse
Bahut adla badli rehti hai
Aapno mein aur begaano mein

Khud pe yakeen hai ab tak
Tabhi to yahan tak pahunchi hoon
Varna bahut hi mushkil hoti shayad
Ghabraye mann ko samjhane mein

Kya sabke saath aisa hi hota hai
Ki khud ka astitva adhura lagta hai
Kisi aur ka sang kya zaroori hai
Ek poora jeevan jee paane mein??

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Reading is what saved me…

Its funny to say or hear this but its true. In my life, books happened very early on in life and I got totally hooked to the escape they offered. Given our financial constraints growing up, books were a cheap way to get those kicks in life. A nearby renting library with an endless supply of M&Bs and Georgette Heyer’s and other similar ‘fluffy’ fiction – made it all super easy. I devoured books from the school library, shamelessly borrowed (and returned) books from friends and neighbors and never shied away from being seen with a book at the every juncture. Its truly a wonder that i didn' t get glasses at that stage in life! Books saved me from the stress that financial constraints bring to a child’s mind. Books saved me from the boredom that brings on negative thinking. Books told me that having and expressing emotions were totally fine – I could shed copious tears while reading without any fear of judgement. I could laugh out loud at a smart and sassy scene. Instead they...

Reunions or Reincarnation: Rediscovering the Lost Self

There’s something almost mystical about reunions. Not the regular catch-ups over dinner, but those epic, trip-based gatherings where classmates convene after decades, as if time were just a decorative illusion. In the past few years, with the slow but steady drumbeat of friends turning fifty, I’ve been both witness and participant in adventures that begin with nervous anticipation and end in riotous laughter—and a kind of rebirth that no ordinary weekend could bring. At first glance, reunions seem to promise little more than nostalgia, some bad dancing, and a few retellings of embarrassing teenage moments. But somewhere between boarding passes and late-night confessions, something extraordinary unfolds. Time collapses. The cracks and scars of the intervening years fade into the background, replaced by a wave of pure, unfiltered joy—like meeting long-lost parts of ourselves we never realized had gone missing. For those fleeting days, we become the version of ourselves that existed befo...

Something from the heart...

कहने को सब कुछ है और है भी सही फिर क्यो लगता है की कुछ है नही जैसे कटरा कटरा में है मेरी ज़िंदगी और कर रही हूँ मैं किसी की बंदगी मॅन करता है कही डोर चली जाऊं शायद तब दिल की गहराई में सुकून पायूं पर दर्र लगता है चले जाने में कही खो ना डू सब सुकून के पाने में ख़ालीपन दिल का अटूट सा एक हिस्सा है शायद ये बेकरारी का ही बस किस्सा है बँधे बँधे से लगते हैं क्यो ये दिन जैसे अपने बारे में सोचना हो एक ‘ सीन ’ खुला आसमान , खुले दिल , खुला दिमाग़ प्यार का जज़्बा और कुछ पाने की आग कुछ प्यारे लोग और कुछ प्यारे पल आज में हो जीना और उमीद में हो कल सोच शायद बहुत छोटी सी रह गयी ज़िंदगी बस गिरह गिरह में बात गयी कैसे कहूँ की मुझसे प्यार करो मेरी टुकड़े में बटी ज़िंदगी को एकसार करो कह कर ...

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