Beautifully decorated and adorned with accessories… There I stand at the center, hiding my worries. Locked in a jar, torn and crippled… My existence laden with a soul, so tattered and painful. I can’t move much or breathe a lot… As the transparent jar won’t let me do that. The jar is imaginary, they say. …
On your Birthday…. I am lost, lost in your thoughts! Lost in the shadows of your absence, So deep and profound. In the serene ocean of your memories… Like a sinking ship, I drown! DEAR MUM… I recollect the memories we’ve created… The laughter we’ve shared… The love you ushered upon me… The care you …
I feel proud to be a teacher… When I feel the respect and awe in my students’ eyes… Yes! I do feel proud. I feel proud to be a teacher… when I paint the canvas of my students’ hearts with lessons of wisdom… Yes! I do feel proud. I feel proud to be a teacher… …
Here’s to my daughter unborn… For whom my heart do always yearn. I wanted to feel you in my womb… You are the one with whom I would have loved to share my room. Your tiny fingers I could have felt… Your curly hair I could have swayed… I would have cradled you in my …
Kashmir, just the mention of the place throws up vivid images of heavenly beauty and calmness. As a poet rightly said, “Gar firdous, ruhe zameen hast, hamin hasto, hamin hasto, hamin hasto.” (If there is heaven on the earth, it’s here , it’s here, it’s here) But one can’t deny the fact that the thought …
“Love isn’t something that you can read in a book…. It’s something that you can feel in a touch or a look.”
“Loving yourself is not being selfish, it’s just understanding your worth.”
“Love yourself to prove you are worth-loving.”
The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again” and the phone hangs up.