you became the pause,
in the mid sentences
of my half broken words.
you became the hues,
in my once left behind
sepia tinted dreams.
you became the tune,
in the noise of a room,
full of people in colored
gears. you became the
comfort, in my unease,
on a night of
a moonless sky.

so if tomorrow i nod
when you tell me you
are on your way out,
please know that deep
inside i am yelling and
beseeching you
to stay back,
one last time.

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Writer, a silent observer

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Pdhaii krni hai to dil or jaan se krooo,
kuki vo kbhi sath nhi chodti...
Jbki log ye jaante hue bhi ki pyr me dhoka milta h ,
vo fir bhi us sath ko chor ke dhoke ko paane ki chahat rkhte hai...

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He accepted the facts that life smashed on his face
And still he didn't stop smiling...!

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Do you remember that starlit night in the Himalayas, when the moon was eclipsed by the mountain, the cold had clawed through our cheap sweaters and our hands, our trembling hands were locked like lonely lips? I had disentangled mine and let it slide under your sweater stealing some of the warmth of your waist, without permission. You didn't say no. You didn't twitch. You started singing a song instead. Frank Sinatra's. I hummed along.

"Strangers in the night, exchanging glances."
"Wondering in the night, what are the chances?"

I'm glad it ended there, with a song. Great stories often have open ends and uncertain beginnings. Which of the two it was?

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हैरत होंगी सुनकर सबको की
मेरी मंजिल अब श्रीराम हैं,
मै चल पड़ा हूँ उस डगर में,
जिसमे मेरा कल्याण है।

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"You remember how the few times that we did meet, we would walk for miles. We would get ourselves some food, you always being hearty with your choices. Me being a picky and an even bad eater. I would partly be happy to give you my food. Food did make you happy, I saw.

When we had gone to that dilapidated old printing press, we were exhausted yet somehow at peace. Like all other times, we barely talked. May be that is because we found an escape in each other. I did. I had gotten you a sandwich and soda. I had gone out on the pretext of giving company to a junior.

You gave me that questioning look. The look that I could never fathom. I had convinced myself it's your way of showing gratitude or so.

Now I realize all it meant was "Why?".

Why, really?"

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Three school friends.
A whatsapp group.
Never ending chats.
Exciting gossips.
Sharing biggest secrets.
Healing deepest scars.
Planning nonsenses for future.
Perfect buddies.
Isn't it?

Now,wait.
Something named competition creeps in.
Ego starts bragging.
Misunderstandings increase.
Talks decrease.
Suddenly,scenario tells different stories.
"FRIENDS" now appears to be "END".
Everything changes.
Except one.
The same old whatsapp group.
It rests in peace now,
at the end of each of their chat lists.

Uncountable memories of 3 am chats, stress relieving Rapid Fires and hundreds of unkept promises now weeps behind the "Friends Forever" chat theme.

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# The family life #

पारिवारिक जीवन जीते हैं,हम
तभी तो दुनिया से अलग हैं हम

भारतीय परंपराओं में खेले हैं
तभी तो मूल्यों में अलबेले हैं

अवसाद से दूर ही रहते हैं
परिवार के पास जो रहते हैं

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कि सहनशीलता, आपको दूसरों की नजरों में ऊपर उठाती है। हमें तो इसने नीचा ही दिखाया है।

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