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Between you and me...

Your name truly suits you "Assumptions" and mine "Conclusions". But you know without you I cannot be reached to and without me you are incomplete. So please stop assuming me and I would want to stop concluding you for what is there in between is yet to be lived, experienced and resolved. Your value will always be variable but mine always constant but with you. You may call me stubborn and not wanting to change but your changes are highly irritating. But you know dear, if you change I shall have to change too. May be that is what you always wish for... to change me. But there is something missing and that's what it is all about.The journey in between; the heart beating between two breaths, raindrops between the clouds and the ground. Something that ought to be there but is not.The absent feelings ...the unknown derivation. The dark...the truth.The story...the whole. And not just the start and the end. So stop loving me because

Flowers on my grave...

Tell me how would you remember... My giggles on swing rising high? Tell me will you remember... Those moments in the dark? Twisted tongues and riddles... Stutters and meaningless scribbles! Tell me will you remember... Those evening walks ending at nights, Morning sun bathing out coldnight faces, Tell me how will you remember my meaningless smiles? On breakfast table your coffee going cold,  My hot tea in your hand; kissing your lips for a while, Will you remember those surprise visits intruding my dreams of you... When sun bit the last slice of the noon bright? When nights shun away the lights, Tell me when will you sleep? And not hide your face under the pillow; When will you stop sharing those tears with the night skies? When will you stop reminiscing? When will you accept am gone far off sight? Tell me when will you forget... To weep and place your hands over me? On this grave of mine... Just walk past, don't look

घर वापसी (भाग ७ -"ये कैसी मोहब्बत है?")

घर वापसी, भाग ७ -ये कैसी मोहब्बत है भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें  भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें नल के नीचे लगा घड़ा भर के छलक गया था... मेरे ध्यान न देने पर सब मेरा और कैलाश का मज़ाक उड़ाने लगे। मैं झल्लाते हुए घड़ा उठाने को आगे हुई ही थी, कि दो हाथों ने घड़ा बीच में ही अपनी तरफ खींच लिया। मेरे देखने से पहले ही वीना और बुलबुल ज़ोर ज़ोर से हँसने लगीं । "लो! ... अब ये ही बाकी रह गया था। ... जाओ दीदी चाय बना लाओ... कहो तो हम ही बना दें , तुम्हे तकल्लुफ  न हो तो...  " दोनों मुझे चिढ़ा रही थीं। हाँ इस आदमी ने तो मुझे यही खरीद रखा है, पता नहीं अम्मा जी को कितने हरे पत्ते बाँट आता है कि वो इसे इस तरह यहाँ