Yaadein...............the sweet n sour moments shared from life.

Ghazal’s life had taken an unexpected turn, reducing her cheerful self to a sad state. Her smiles had gone for hiding. Most of the time, she was lost in her thoughts,as though in a daze. Her grandfather too had grown silent, not knowing how to cheer her up. All her friends visited her regularly, but no efforts on their part could console her. She had lost all interest in her life, taking care of her grandfather and her home, moving like a machine with no emotions whatsoever.       Three months had passed, with no changes in her life and home. Then one fine morning, her grandfather’s  friend came to visit them with a proposal from a family known to him. They had seen Ghazal previously at his house at some function and coming to know about the sad incident, had sent a proposal for their youngest son. He was well settled with a business of his own and since the proposal had come from them, her grandpa was more than pleased. This seemed to be yet another chance to him to revive his darli

Jodiyaa banti swarg mein jab phir kyu likh dete judaai. Dilo mein pyaar jagate to kyu likh dete tanhai. Jod kar dil ke rishtekyu milti hai ruswaayi. Har dil mein jab tum ho baste, phir nafrat kaha se aayi. Sab mein tumhaara ansh hai, phir kyu bhai ka dushman bhai. Kitne sawaal uthte mann mein, par tum to hue harjaai. Tum sab ka mann padh lete, phir kyu meri sadaa deti nahi sunaai. Jab-jab thokar lagti, tab-tab bas yaad tumhaari aayi Kya isliye har kadam par ek adchan hai atkaayi ??? _VINi Why the separation, when matches are made in Heaven Why the loneliness, when you evoke love in the hearts Why the break-up, when relations are formed by the union of hearts Why the hatred, when You dwell in every heart Why do brothers become foes, when all have a part of you in them Why are you indifferent, when so many questions trouble our minds Why cant you hear my prayer, when you can read all minds Its you we remember, whenever we are hurt Is that why YOU have placed a hu

Upar baithe tum khel rahe khela, bichhaakar bisaat Bas tum hi jaano, kiski hogi sheh aur kiski maat Kaun hai Raaja, kaun hai Rani, chaal kiski aur kiski kaat Tum jo chaho to ujala sawera, jo tum chaho to siyah raat. Tumhi ne racha saara khela Phir kyu hai ye paap-punya ka jhamela Jeevan ke sab rang sajaaye tumne, ajab racha ye duniya ka mela Dikha kar humko khushiyaa, phir kyu dukho mein dhakela. Panne-dar-panne, tumhi ne to likhi jeevan ki kitaab Tumhaare ishaare par sab hota, phir kyu humare karmo ka rakhte hisaab. -VINi To Be Continued......... Sitting up there,you are playing a game of chess Only you know,who shall be closed-in and who be defeated Who is king and who is queen, whose move and who will quit Its your wish if it will be bright morning or darkest of night. Its you who created this game Then why this talk of deeds,good n bad Using all the colors of life, you created this beautiful world Then why give so much pain, after showing us what happine

Behti nadiyaa si zindagi par Rishto ke kitne baandh banaaye. Chanchal pawan si behti hai wo Kab kaun usey rok paaye. Tapish mein dhoop ki to Saagar bhi sookh jaaye. Mohabbat ki thandi chaav bhi Na fir sukoon de paaye. Wafaa ki umeed rakhe hai uss se VINi Jo pal mein bewafaa ho jaaye. (We construct dams of relations on life which is like a flowing river. But who can stop it when it is a constant flowing wind. Even oceans dry in the scorching heat of the sun. Then even cool shade of love provides no respite. We have hopes of faithfulness from the one which deserts us in the brush of a second.)

Knock Knock !! Who's there? Hello dear !! Smile is here. :-) Welcome dear !! So nice of you Stay with me for a day or two. I have no riches to shower on you No gifts precious to offer you. But with you I will share My treasures of love and care. A warm hug to make you feel wanted When everyone take you for granted. My eyes shall capture your image To be saved in my heart for age. Even if you leave some day Your memories will find a way. Friends we'll be, whether far or near Be sure, to me you'll always be dear. -VINITA SURANA

Once there was this little girl I knew She had friends but very few. She had a dream house which heavens held Where love and innocence dwelled. She had but one dream That she longed to fly. Spreading her wings white She dreamed of touching the sky. She smiled with blooming flowers And chased butterflies for hours. She talked with the moon bright And counted the friendly stars at night. She had a cute little teddy Who was her best buddy. She played with him and hugged him tight Then wished him a sweet good night. Then came a dark night When winds were mighty high. Moon went into hiding And stars vanished from the sky. Clouds shook with thunder And lightening struck the sky. Right before her eyes,her dream-house shattered Amidst the debris,her teddy lay tattered. Her eyes stormed with tears But winds were too fierce. She lost her wings white and the will to fly I knew this little girl wh

Twenty-four hours later, when Ghazal opened her eyes in a hospital room, she didn't know that she had lost not only her first love but all her dreams too. Vaibhav had gone from this world and from her life forever.           Her whole world had turned upside down in the blink of a second.She couldn't believe her eyes,that Vaibhav had gone from her life forever. She just went silent, not reacting to anything, just staring with blank eyes towards nothing.Her sensitive self couldn't bear the hard truth and she had to be admitted in I.C.U.for a nervous breakdown.          Her grand-parents were broken too. Vaibhav's parents and his sister,visited the hospital regularly. Ghazal's condition was getting worse day by day. She had no will to live. Then one day, her life took another turn, when her grand mother had another serious heart-attack.It was as if she had another jolt, which made her forget all except that God cannot be so cruel to her,as to take away her only she

Moving is always fun. Life is a long run. But lets pause for a minute To enjoy the pastures green. To watch at work the bee queen. To pray when the bells ring. To sing with the falling spring. To smile with the blooming bud. To watch kids play with the garden mud. Time is a constant mover. It stops for no one ever. But lets pause for a minute. To help someone in need. To make a difference with a kind deed. To hug a friend when eyes filled with tear. To hold in your arms someone dear. To watch for that moment, life takes a turn. To feel the warmth of love-embers burn. - VINITA SURANA

I never knew A long long drive On an unending road Gives so much pleasure. Silence of night Soothing cool moonlight Melodies flowing in the air Goes straight into the heart. Drops of rain Sprinkled on the glass Cools off the mind. Silent breeze takes the heart As if on wings To relive those pleasures past. Eyes close of their own As if to savor these moments Forever. -VINITA

For the next two weeks, both Ghazal and Vaibhav were busy..Vaibhav with his clients and formalities of the deal being finali z ed..Ghazal with shopping and other arrangements for wedding. Soon it was time for Vaibhav to return..      Both their families were happy and Vaibhav’s family decided to throw a surprise welcome party to celebrate his success and return. Vaibhav called her on the day before his arrival and asked her if she wanted anything from London, and her reply pleased him a lot        “ Yup please request London and the people there, to return my shonu………”   With a smile on his face, he said, “Sure he ‘ll soon be with you… cyaa sweetu”       On the day of his arrival, Ghazal was at his (soon to be hers too) home, helping his family in the arrangements of his welcome party. All their friends were there too. Vaibhav’s family and Ghazal went to receive him at the airport, with all the friends remaining at home to welcome him. The house was decorated just as if for a wedd

A week had gone by since Vaibhav went to London….. His schedule there was quite busy, yet he had called her twice in that week. It was an entirely different feeling to be so far away, yet feel so close on hearing the voice of someone you love. Ghazal played his cassette daily, whenever she was alone . Vaibhav read her diary at night and often fell asleep while sharing Ghazal’s memories from her diary. This was his Ghazal, emotional and sensitive, free-spirited and caring, vulnerable and strong….. Although he had known her for almost two years, yet her diary had revealed an entirely new side of her personality. He had fallen in love with her all over again.          It was one such night ,when he was reading her diary, he reali z ed that he had never heard those three magical words in Ghazal’s sweet voice. Its not that he was unsure of her feelings, but it was really surprising that he had never felt the need to hear from Ghazal ,what he already knew deep down in his heart. It was ear

Two days flew by with Vaibhav busy in completing his office work and packing. It was evening time when Vaibhav came to meet Ghazal at her home. His flight to M umbai was sheduled the next morning and flight to London in the evening from Mumbai. Ghazal was in her room, lying down with moisture in her eyes and Vaibhav's pic in her hand. This was the first time, when they would be apart for such a long period. Vaibhav too, was sad but putting a smile on his face, he took her hand in his. She smiled back, but couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes. Vaibhav took her in her arms and hugged her tightly. They stayed like that without saying anything, as words were never required when they were together.         Vaibhav handed her a small packet. He clicked some pics of Ghazal with the camera he had brought with him. They quietly shared a cup of coffee, Ghazal had made. Soon it was time for Vaibhav to leave, as he had a flight to catch early in the morning. Good-byes had never been eas