Rishton ki dagar hai mushkil…

Its very hot nowadays in Hyd, but then its Hyd. I still love this place. Iss shahar main rishton ko kayyam rakhna, kabhi kabhi mushkil lagta hai….
Sister’s enagagement was followed by all the fanfare and fun that’s so usual at these occasions. But, it did get me thinking into those myriad nuances involved in a marriage.

Listening to Shubha Mudgal, had to quote this….

rishta jo jisme dooriyaan ho, saans aaye jaye,
tera bhi apna bhi geet ho, woh bhi koi geet gaye,
khud ko mitana na chahe, tujhko badalna na chahe,
jaisa bhi hai tu tujhko vaise hi jo apnaye….

I find this stanza so very apt. So very important, that I wonder if I’ll find someone who respects such a belief….. and moreover …. is mine.


"piyu bole, piya bole… kya yeh bole jaanu naa……

“piyu bole, piya bole… kya yeh bole jaanu naa…
jiya dole, hole hole… kyun yeh dole jaanu naa… ”

Just as the summer breeze plays a truant with my hair, it fills me with a mischief I cannot express. The odd summer showers remind me of the freedom I had as a child in Doon. They were the days when I did not even understand the importance of these things. I grew up unaware of the simplicity of the nature that made such a profound impression. Some expressions are best left unsaid, its just an experience, the moment.

Life is not the breaths we take, its the number of moments that take our breath away……