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वो यादें भी बहुत अजीब थी |
छोटे से डब्बे मे रखे सूखी रोटीयों के लिए भी
हमारे बीच मार हो जाती थी |-
The tiffin
The colourful pizza in his tiffin box helped him make many fake friends.
The food her mother made couldn't draw the attention of any but her true friends.
Little did the class know how much he missed his mother and craved for homemade food.-
"I carried my tiffin regularly.
But I opened it never."
"Why?"
"Because you brought one for me.
Your concern filled my empty soul..."-
Somewhere between,
Opening the tiffin on last bench with friends,
To Skipping meals,
Playing hide and seek with friends,
Playing hide and seek with life problems,
We all grew up...
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Tiffin
I am not just a word,
Neither call me a box.
I am a treasure,
Which nobody ever mocks.
The hands i am in,
Is always followed by flocks.
Yeah, while opening me
Sometimes i can make you sad,
And sometimes make you glad.
Be it a student or professional,
I am a companion for life and not occasional
But whatever it is,
I contain someone's love
Neither judge me by shape nor by my size,
I am something in which someone's hard work belies.
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I love my Tiffin box.
Because it contains.....
T - The most
I - Important food to survive.
F - Favorite
F - Feeling of my mom's love available
I - In the taste
N - Naturally....-
अब भी रखा है
संभाल कर
वो टिफ़िन बॉक्स
जिसमें से
ख़ुश्बू आती है
माँ के हाथ की
रोटियों की।-