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Just let it come back to me naturally. I think it has, after three years and a baby.

Time is running away from me. As I struggle to make sense of the world I am in, never for a moment forgiving myself that I was the one who created this very world for myself, I get more and more swallowed in its depths. I wonder if I can ever pull myself back to the surface and breathe. I really honestly want to breathe. Why can't I get a second chance? Why. Or rather how can I get a second chance without disappointing those around me and those who depend on me. I have been told that I need to ignore these people and what they expect of me and find my second chance, otherwise I am going to die. This could be the truth and I think that the time is coming very close. Should I be glad or should I be scared of the consequences of breaking away, from familiarity. As a person who has almost never taken a chance, it sure is time for one. But this is also the time for more responsibilities. I do realize and so do you now, that this vicious cycle threatens to continue. Fyi: Written du...

I didn’t like the first look of Delhi. The language was new to me, the people were rather rude and the weather was awful. When my family landed there, it was hot, really hot. Since the admission deadlines for most schools were over, I joined a school called Kathuria Public School in south Delhi. It was almost like a government school with very limited facilities. My parents weren’t too happy about my being in this school. Tin roofed row of classes and a play ground in the middle, this was not “our” standard. I also thought this school was about okay (at least the look of it) and I did hope to move out from there the next year. I made a good friend whose case had been similar to mine. We had been too late to join any other school. Nevertheless we enjoyed every day there. The teachers, students everyone around me seemed really nice. I actually quite loved it. A year went by easily. My parents applied for my admission in Delhi Public School. Yes, the popular and much acclaimed “big” s...

We lived together for many a year. The growing up days were not easy at all. Hand in hand we braced it all. You watched on me as I tried to steer a paper boat on a stream that sprung up from rain o dear! You were the only one to witness my dance uninhibited. You were the audience before the show. You have been my student as I loved to teach. Ah! the blackboard, me and you together it taught me to learn. You stood by me and gave me rest. As i faced test by test. I have cried in your arms and laughed in your chest. My little corner, my own space I came to you, when I lost pace. I hugged you tight and let it pass while you kissed me good night. I have dreamed many a dream and sung many a song in your garden of grace. You gave me friends, you saw me win you saw me lose you saw me grow up within. I owe to you We owe to you, a better life. but tell me, what can we do? You let us go and I'll let you know For the last time, I'll sleep with you and let you know. I have memories of you t...

Conversations. We have them every day amongst family and friends and even acquaintances. I don't think a whole lot about most of them. But there are some that leave me with a sense of satisfaction, joy, just a smile or just more questions. These are the ones I'd like to take note of. Think about why they were so. Why do we linger on to some conversations more than the others? Let's see. My most enjoyable conversations are with my good friend, AB (let me name her that). We have uber long talks about each and every detail of our lives. With that details I mean those that are necessary for her to understand the situation or what we are currently going through. Each time we talk about the major life events between our 2 conversations we digress into discussing so much about the past. These conversations would have been hard to come by if she had not been a part of my life for the last 10 years. She is part of so much of my life that i cannot imagine having such a conversation w...

सुबह के अबोध धूप से रोशन होता हैं जहाँ ; संध्या की लाली से डख कर हो जाता हैं दुआं। जीवन की भी लय यही हैं; बड़ी सीख मिलती हैं यहाँ। मम्ता की गोद से उतर के जवानी के नशे में झूलते हैं हम। ज़िन्दगी का मूल हूँ "मैं" यह समज बैठ्ते हैं हम। मांगों की अपार दौलत से दुनिया लूट लेते हैं हम। अपने अस्तित्व को भी दांव पर लगा देते हैं हम। अपने पराये सबको दुःख दिए जाते हैं हम। मैं को खुश किए जाते हैं हम। हर ज़िन्दगी कट जाती हैं दोस्तों पर जीने का वो अंदाज़ ही क्या जो सिर्फ अपने लिए जीए? डलती तो हैं हर शाम दोस्तों पर वो शाम ही क्या जो तारों को रोशन ना कर जाये ?

Sprightly green Aspen leaves unshy for a ballad feat; spirited by the music Of the gusty wind. Dyed in youthful green countless leaves sparkle as new. Love it is; as golden rays kiss the dainty greens. Crabapples' pink show up few; in testimony to nature's sense of hue. O' shimmery summer you've brought in a world anew.