Not so Deep.

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"पहली बार खेती किये हैं, दिसंबर में मतलब कटाई है फसल की। पहले मतलब घरवाले बोले कि क्या करना है खेती औरतमन होके? अब फसल देखी तो ससुर बोलें कि अच्छा किये हो मतलब। अब मतलब बढ़िया बोले हैं। वैसे तो मतलब बहुत सारी औरतन हैं संस्था में, मगर हम तीनों बेश्ट फ्रेंड हैं... मतलब।" #womenofindia #farmwomen #villagesofindia #composition #colorpalette #complimentary #wethepeople #bestfriends #chattisgarh (at Chhattisgarh) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnCZV2ylXUt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jf340p4n8bjx

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मेरे आंसुओं का स्वाद, मेरे मन का नमक ही समझता है। #swades #wethepeople #chattisgarh #chiaroscuro #composition #village #light #yejodeshaitera (at Chhattisgarh) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm2wvOvA0Yr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=177rc0lqihns5

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बच्चामन की फोटू लै रेओ? #childrenofthetribe #childrenofgod #farmkids #composition #colorpalette #wethepeople #chattisgarh (at Chhattisgarh) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnCJm0ilCOb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a5iewn3i06oz

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Collateral Damage

This city strips you of your dignity and self-respect, drags you around till you are scattered and bleeding, then humiliates by forcing you to scream your name and find your identity.

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..and in that exact moment I knew that it's gonna break and it will be worth it.

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जब खत्म होने को आई स्याही लिखते लिखते उसे, तब पता चला कि वो कविता तो किसी और की है।

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Balcony aur baatein

Hum the balcony thi aur baatein thi. Kamre me halki thand Aur khidki par behti barsaatein thi. Tumhari baaton me main kahin kho jata, Meri baaton se tum kabhi has padti, Isi guftagu bhare mausam ki aad me Coffee thandi ho jaati thi. Hum the balcony thi aur baatein thi. Tumhari nam aankhein nind liye Muskurakar meri aankhon me dekhti, Tumhari garm hatheli mere thande haathon ko ek alaav ki tarah sekti, Aankhon me guzarti raat aur Jhapkiyon ki karamatein thi, Hum the balcony thi aur baatein thi. Khidki par dhundhlati roshni ka pighalta guldasta tha aur tapri par padti bundo ki awaazein thi, Hum the balcony thi aur baantein thi.

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The land belongs to no one but water.

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Gali no. 6

Main aaj tak nahi jaan paya ki mujhe is jagah me sabse zyada  pyar kis chiz se hai. Hamara chota sa makaan jahaan nal ki jagah chhat tapakti thi? Ya fir wo bagicha jahaan bohot saare ped 12 mahine fal dete the, Ya fir wo chat ke aage lage laal rang ke kavelu. Ya wo abandoned post box jo gali number 6 ke ek kone me kisi hindi film ka poster pakde khada rehta tha. Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai wo rehna hai tere dil me film ka poster jiske hero ko me pehchanta nahi tha. Poore 3 hafton tak Chipka tha wo poster us box pe. Mere bhaiya bhi uski cassette le aye the kiraaye par. Mast gaane the. Lagta hai us waqt ki bohot badi hit thi. Par in sabse mujhe kabhi kuch fark nahi pada. Kyunki me apni neeli nikkar pehen ke khelne me aur roz ghutne ghiswaane me busy tha. Aaj bhi mere ghutne pe nishaan hain. Kul chowdaah galiyaan thi Old railway colonies me. Ubad khabad roads, kati hui jung lagi taarein, khambe par uljhe hur disc ke wires aur usme fasi hui patangein, gali me rehne wale kutte jinko khana dustbin me parosa jata tha, Mehndi ki baadein jiske niche se jagah banakar billiyaan ghus aaya karti thi, Wo khali church jisme sirf sunday ko log dikhte the, aur barsaat me kacchi zameen me se sarsaraate hue saanp ke bacche nikal aya karte the. Shaayad yahi saare imperfections un galiyon ko apna character diya karte the. Aur me inhi galiyon me cycle daudata hua 4 feet ka ladka. Chidiya ke gaane, sabziwaale ki chikh, cycle ki ghanti, church ka ghanta, piche wali gali me masjid ki azaan hamesha saath me koi musical composition banane ki koshish me lage rehte. Kabhi kabhi saath me main bhi gunguna leta tha, ‘jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai.. Tu ru ruru ru..’ wahin mere ghar ke piche ek aangan hua karta tha jahaan ek aam ka ped tha. Uske paas me bathroom tha jiske lakdi ke darwaze par chadhkar side ki deewar par pohocha jata tha. Deewar par wo hari wali kaai jami hoti thi jo barsaat me aur dangerous ho jaati thi. ek chor se chalkar chat tak pohochna bhi ek stunt ho jata tha. Ji haan un gharon me sidhiyaan nahi hua karti thi. Me aur mera padosi amrood ke ped ki sabse unchi daali pe bethkar the adventures batman aur robin khela karte the. Main us waqt kisi batman ko jaanta nahi tha lekin group me sadhe rehne ke liye batman ko pehchanna zaroori tha. Isliye me bhi chaud me keh deta tha ki batman mera favourite hai aur isliye me us daali pe chadkar robin ban jaya karta tha. Us waqt ghar me disc to thi nahi to maine junior G ko hi apna batman maan liya tha. Ab chadne me to me ustaad tha magar niche utarne me silaai dhili ho jati thi. Main aur mera dost wahaan upar bethkar Gotham city ki raksha karte the. Wo hamesha batman banta tha kyuki mujhse bhagne me tez tha. Usi gali me chaar ghar chod ke ek ground tha jiske kono me jangli jhaadiyaan ug aya karti thi. Hum un kono me titliyaan pakadte the. Wo pili wali. Unke par ke rang hamari ungliyon par chamka karte the. Fir ek awaaz aati thi us ladke ki jiska intezaar poori paltan ko badi besabri se rehta tha. Gali ka wo ladka jiske paas bat hua karta tha reebok ka. Wo ata tha, team banti thi, toss hota tha aur bas. Shuru. Cycle ka piche wala tire wicket banta tha aur 2 eent non striker wicket jahaan se ball daali jaati thi. Montex ki laal wali ball jo us waqt 10 rupay ki hua karti thi, aksar ek ghar me jaakar kho jaati. Isiliye us game ke kuch rules banaye jaate the; saamne wale ghar ki baadi boundary ho gayi, magar direct chhat par gayi to out. Baaju wale ghar ki deewar par ball lage to 2 run aur ek tippi catch to unspoken rule tha.

Isi me bohot ladaayi ho jaati thi hum doston me aur 2 din tak baat karna band ho jata tha. Par khelne roz aa jaate the. Dekho bhai Ladaayi apni jagah hai aur cricket apni jagah. Cricket to roz hota tha bas fark itna hi rehta tha ki jin 2 logo me ladayi hai wo alag team me ho jaya karte the. Uske baad to sachin-shane warne, ponting-agarkar ke game hue karte the. Tabhi kahin se awaaz aati thi, “Golu, School ka time ho gaya hai andar chalo.” Aur sala wo reebok wala ladka apna bat leke nikal leta tha. Ye saara kissa hota tha sirf 3 ghante me. Kyuki fir dopahar ki 12 baj jaati thi aur time ho jata tha school ka. Us waqt 3 ghante kitna kuch mila karta tha? Aaj 3 ghante me netflix ke sirf 3 episode milte hain. Shayad us waqt samay thoda sasta tha. Jahaan tak rahi pyaar ki baat; Wo agli baar.

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Inside out

Sand storms, hurricanes, flood, fire. I want to experience it all. Just to be sure that it feels the same outside, as it feels inside.

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Void

Devastated by the series of events, he walked slowly on the empty wet roads disguised as mirrors to the dim yellow street lamps. He can see his distortion beneath him looking straight into his eyes asking him the toughest question; Why?

He overlooked his reflection trying to ignore a question he asked himself every day. Still walking, he gazed into the starry night where the stars were still bright, the breeze was still calm, the silence was still familiar and sound of church bell still defining the hour. As always the world was a beautiful place. The only difference was the universe inside him that shattered.

No sound. No aftermath. Just an empty void and darkness filled with nothing. Like a piece of his is scooped out of him and he can never fill it again.

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Mistakes and perfection.

Mistakes. The only thing which keeps you away from perfection. Take this scotch for instance; it could have been perfect without the water. But its the water that makes it mild you know. Comparatively easy to gulp down. Perfection is never easy. It’s bitter and harsh. Not everyone can afford it. And the worst part is no matter how hard you try to be perfect, you will always find some room for improvement. Sometimes for your sake and sometimes for the sake of the people you care about. It’s a never ending tunnel with a constant ray of hope. They keep adding water to your glass to make your sufferings mild. And that’s when you make a mistake. 

They don’t get it if you keep adding water to the glass of scotch, eventually, your scotch dries up and your glass is left only with water and no one likes water in a glass of scotch, do they? Then through the transparency all you can see is colorless…odourless…tasteless mistakes. You lose your flavor. Anyway, it doesn’t bother me. Because I have fewer people to add water and of course more scotch.