Everyone else saw a young maiden,
preparing a garland out of Shiuli phool,
But...
Only she could sense, The flute player
placing them on her long open hair...

*Meera & Krishna*

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Our house was build in an old fashioned way, huge aangan, surrounding by big brick walled boundaries and large staircases with giant pillars. We had a large garden surrounding my house, with wooden fences. I was the only daughter of my parents and the loneliest creature in this house.

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...the penned
sheets are
empty now ?


May be the,
Words of writer
Fell for someone !!!

-@rajshree

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The wheel of time spins back into the eras of 80, when life was as simple as 100.1 FM (Vivid Bharti).

Our afternoons are no longer haunted with Crime patrol and Saavdhaan India, instead, Detective Byomkesh Bakshi with his broad spectacles, in cotton spun kurta and pure white dhoti comes to investigate crime.

Ultimately, we are convinced that, there can be no better SHREE RAM, than Arun Govil and undoubtedly no substitute to Sunil Lahiri and Deepika.

When Netflix, Amazon prime and Hotstar left us, Doordashan (oops...I don't remember the channel no.) kept holding our hands.

No doubt, we missed Hawaiian Chillies, Blue Lagoons, Volcano and above all Chilled water, but its okay Rasna and Tang did their job well.


Indeed, in the pursuit of Lockdown, life happened...

-Rajshree and Vaishnavi

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In the Second battle of Tarain, Muhammad Ghori defeated Prithviraj Chauhan, took him prisoner and blinded him. Chandbardai, a former courtier of Prithviraj Chauhan, earned the goodwill of Ghori. He began to secretly support Prithviraj, and encouraged Prithviraj to avenge his defeat.

(Here is a piece of poetry, glorifying an unsung fragment from the life of Prithviraj Chauhan and Chandbardai...)

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(Rajshree & Vaishnavi)

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Remember the Traffic,
On the M.G Road.
The Samosa stalls,
Crowded by College students.

Remember the last long drive,
One bike and three friends.
On the silent roads,
Of Pant Park.

Remember the astonishing ride,
Upon the mystery train.
Followed by galaxy of stars and comets,
In the cyclone of golden dust in your dreams.

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Don't undermine BLACK ! Dear,
Read this out loud and clear.

For black is the starry night sky,
Embedding pious wishes beheld by an eye.

For black are his glistening eyeballs,
Dancing in the lil' boats of dreaming showers.

For black is her sparkling hair,
Entangled with the fragrance of tomorrow's care.

For black are your shadows,
The proof of light through the worldly windows.

For black is the eternal flute player,
The only support to climb the heavenly stairs.

Don't undermine BLACK ! Dear,
Read this out loud and clear.
If you had also overlooked coal,
Besides diamond's lure.




Rajshree & Saakshi

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...when Jaya tells Yogi about meeting his ex- boyfriend and Yogi questions her, " kya voh puri tarah single hain, ya humari aapki tarah single (qarib-qarib single) "

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A guy who is introvert!

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