A b'ful heart-warming love story. . He : I love you, will you marry me? . . . She : Chhee, you're ugly.
होके मायूस ना आँगन से उखाड़ो ये पौधे... धूप बरसी है यहाँ तो बारिश भी यही पे होगी।।
गलतफहमियों के सिलसिले आज इतने दिलचस्प हैं... कि हर ईंट सोचती है दीवार मुझपे टिकी है...
तंग रास्तों के पार कोई दुनिया बसती है क्या? वो रास्ते खतम भी होते हैं क्या? हमने जाने कब एक खूबसूरत दुनिया जी और हर बार थककर उसी दुनिया में लौट जाना चाहते थे। कितना असंभव काम है लौट जाना। सबकुछ नॉस्टेल्जिया ही था...
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अब देखिए किसकी जान जाती है, उसने मेरी, मैने उसकी क़सम खाई है।।
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Baby you must be the speed of light... Time stops when I look at you.
WHO CARES.. "So can you identify me here? " I asked my 11 year old grandson, who was excited to see his grandpa in his young toothie days. "Are you the 3rd guy from the left in the second row !? " His eager eyes n excited tone made me chuckle. "No son, I am the one on the first row, 2nd from the right, you see? " . . "No way grandpa, were you ever that young n look you have all your hair too !! " It was a sunny December noon, and the varanda was golden.. partly by sun..partly by happy memories buried deep down. Life comes to you in chunks after you turn 70. Intricate details are often forgotten, and what you are left with is a rough block diagram of your life. So much worries, so many chances, reluctance to newness, silly insecurities..back then, now seem trivial. In front of me was that black and white photograph, holding a bucket full of fading memories.. I looked at those young eyes of mine, radiant, full of hope, life was still an unexplored territory. And what else can you expect from a high school kid. I remember this one time a friend of mine n I, made elaborated plan to go to Bombay and meet some actress, the girl of our dreams. But we couldn't summon the courage to put the plan to execution.. I wonder what if, we took that chance. It wouldn't change a thing in the big pucture of life. The crazy business idea I had in college of opening an assignment centre, to cater to the needs of assignment-striken students.. Changing 1st to 3rd in romans, in the report card of our class topper..wish I had changed it to 9th. The wilted flower in between the pale pages of physics book, I wish it could have reached its destination. Ahh..too many incomplete stories...too little time. . . . O dear young hearts .. " Enjoy while you can..you are not here forever. "
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eik udte hui gubbabare pe likha tha...
jo andar hai wahi upar leke jayega jo bahar hai wo nahi....!!!!!
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