Category: Album-‘O’-Life
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Ustad….Aur Ek Shehzadi
The river was flowing gently. With the chirping of the birds, the riverside ghat was singing the music of joy. The night long darkness was escaping into a delightful dawn. Adorning the serene morning hues, the saffron sky was looking like a sadhak.. Everywhere around the ghats, there was something so pure..so magical..What is different…
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Dear Maa
Dear Maa, Whenever I am surrounded by the darkness, I find light in you. Whenever I reach under the scorching sun, I find shelter in you. Whatever it takes me to define life, I find my words in you.
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A ‘Banarasi’ Holi And Story Of A Daughter
Udat faag gulaal, range mori chunariya, Aur na khelo mose Nandlaal, O sawariya.. Rang jo gulaal ki , rang jo preet ki, Sakhi sang khelat, mohe Ghanshyam.. Rang jo faag ki, rang jo vasant ki, Tere hi rang mein khudko rangayi, re rangshyam.. Udat faag gulaal, range mori chunariya, Rangi main to tere rang mein,…
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In Search Of A Lost Story
Last night, I arrived in Varanasi at 2:00 am. My hotel was nearby the famous Manikarnika Ghat. After checking in my room, I had a shower, and a small nap thereafter. I set an alarm on my phone at 4:00 am, as I was excited to see the sunrise here. I had heard a lot…
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The Umbrella Man
It’s a very short story of a man and his burden of responsibilities. On a rainy morning, It was raining hard again.He looked through the window; perhaps a storm was coming.He took his umbrella and started walking towards the door. While walking, he tried to have a look at the umbrella. It’s one of those…
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The First Teacher
After your birth, when you cried for the first time, your ‘Mum’ embraced you in her arms, and gave a warm hug of love, assuring you that whenever you need a hand to hold, your ‘Mum’ will be always there for you..that was the first lesson you learnt, and she was your “First Teacher”. Times…
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A Daybreak With The Sea Waves
I love the daybreak. I love to embrace the morning glory. I love to see the night escaping into a lovely sunrise. When the sun first peers and sends its first ray of light, I love to sing the song of life. With the morning breeze, I love to write poems of hope. I…
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Rain Of Renunciation
I’m penning down a beautiful experience I had today morning. For some days, we are having thunderstorms at the afternoon. It has become a usual scene everyday, to see the sky wearing a dark blue cloud and after sometime, showering all the rain upon the earth. In the eve of summer, what can…
The Blissful Storyteller 