Some Ulta Pulta

As alarm goes on she snoozes it off who wakes up so early on a Sunday. Its the only day in the week when she sleeps and extends her ongoing dreams. With few minutes on, the mobile beeps reminding her again that it’s time to creep out of the bed and move life. She gives this thought a miss but before that she open her eyes a little, checks the time on the phone, moves her thumb in a pattern to see the notification since she slept. A b'day of a friend, few likes & comments. Still reposed on her messy bed, she takes a selfie of a half closed eye with a string of hair falling off with swag and puts it on a app with many hashtags. Disposing her thoughts again now she closes her eyes for a nap to begin. This time it goes for a stretched span before her phone starts to sirens loud in her half sleep she does realise this music plays when mom is on line. Bringing her out of bed and a call to attend she is thinking of her way to sound and act. But one thing is for sure that it’s just th

With ray of light she open her eyes to fill her world with her care & love Even though when everyone is sleep weekend retire never sways her thought She does her chores with all the zeal no body sees her taking any rest She is always upright at her best She plans the whole day to spend some time with her busy husband and children grown From the crunchy breakfast to savoury lunch she makes all special dishes for them to relish But her Sundays have become void too all have clubs, friends and commitments prefixing mom & darling to the phrase I am going, will be back soon, they all leave for the Sunday to play As everyone goes out leaving her there lonely she just parts all the preparations she was doing And she laid back on her bed, lazily, tiredly creeping in to herself and dreaming of that, yet to come ‘Relaxed loving Sunday of her life.’

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage. I happen to come across a painting that was put up for sale in the café, where I use to come after my working hours. Coming here was a different feeling altogether, it felt as if I am away from the weird world which exist to not to exist. There was a certain kind of connection which I sensed whenever I am here, it was like someone might have awaken my soul from the crowd of soulless realm.  So I asked Abhijeet, the cashier how come this painting here and that too for sale. He told me it was of a customer who was a regular and had dues to be cleared off, for which the painting acts as surety. Out of my eccentricity, I asked for the price and what I was told was nothing compared to the beauty of the painting. Just twelve thousand and seven hundred, I cross checked but it was certain. By the time I had got my regular coffee which I took to the habituated corner table of mine, I felt so immerse

I don’t exactly remember how you look like, there is a blur imaginary memory of yours in my mind. More than the image of yours there is a feel of what you are and who you are? The way you held the hand, clutching of fingers in to the fingers, holding my arm when you walk around, the way you look up to me and see deep down in to my heart through my eyes. One thing I got it for sure, that its pure feel of the one you have, you may not see it, or touch it or hear it but you can always feel it. And that feel is so pure, so true to the thoughts of yours. It’s the soul that connects us nothing else. I have a way to believe all those things, it something that I have experienced over the period of time. This is one of those times when I feel short of words to express what it is all about exactly. People have given their own strange definitions to LOVE, but I’m still not sure whether it is love or not, or whatever it is. It is something that can only be cherished alone. One has to be completel

Why I fall in love with every face I see ? Today while moving around in a marriage function, I had this strange emotional connect with almost every girl I saw there. It was as if, I have fallen in love with each one of them. There was not one particular girl who was special, all seemed to be more or less similar yet each girl had her own uniqueness. The girl in yellow suit had the prettiest eyes. The girl who crossed me near the mandap, who was wearing a black and golden chanya choli  had that waist to die for.  The curly hair girl in peach colored Anarkali suit, I would love to keep my fingers cuddling her hair locks. And lastly, the girl in blue lehnga, who was there at the kulfi stall, she had the brightest smile, so mesmerising. They all had something special in them, something unique that made me fall in love with all of them. None of them was perfect in all aspects but whatever they had, has surely made me go crazy for them. After coming back from the party, now i realised, bein

चारों ओर शोर सा है पर मैं ना जाने खामोश क्यों खुद से खफा नहीं हूँ पर यूं संतुष्ट भी नहीं नोटों से भरी इस दुनिया में इक पेड़ है जो छाँव और फल देता है मेरे जैसे पथिक का वो ही आसरा भी होता है पर जब तक नहीं मिलता वो इन नोटों वाले पेड़ों का ही गुज़रा है कब दिन ढल जाएगा कब रात बीतेगी, इस आस में के राहत मिल पाएगी बस चल रहा हूँ मैं उस झोंके के संग ले चले जहां वो मुझे मेरी डोर तो छूट गयी बस एक गांठ बाकी है अभी भी कुछ सांस बाकी है फिर पसरेगी खामोशी फिर पूस की रात आएगी जब जश्न ज़रूर मानेगा पर ग़म की घटा भी छाएगी निकलेंगे हम उस आँधी में फिर दीप ज्ञान का लेकर शोर होगा साँसो में और गरज उठेगी धड़कन लौ से दीपक की हम राख़ करेंगे नोटों को पेड़ों पे सिर्फ फल लगेंगे और छांव मे बीतेगा ये जीवन

FATE. Its a strangest thing in one's life. How much we deny it, how much we try to run away from it, it is something that keeps us reminding that "Hey! I am here". It is also said that our fate is written even before we are born. But it also said that our fate is in our hands, we can make it as we like. Our constant efforts and hardwork leads us to our fate. There is something that is rarely seen with fate and that is connection. Yes, the same connection that binds us as humans as relations as together. Our fates are also connected with each other. My fate will affect everyone around me. Every thing I do, is somewhere somehow will relate to someone somewhere, will make an impact on someone. While working and putting down constant efforts, another thing that comes before you is the Decision. Sometimes its not the whole hard work & effort thing by merely your decision/choice that leads you to your fate. Such a choice could be as simple as picking up a candy or as diffi