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It rains, It feels like u r the hearing the showers I’m hearing the beats f ur heart So loud, So fast I dance, it feels as though u r dancing along On the beats f our love So pure, So natural U do, it feels as though u r d craziest And me too going crazy along So soon, So much U feel, it feels like d conversation has just begin Between Just me and you So silent, So long On the roads, it feels like I m loosing my way bt u r there encouraging me So caring, So protecting On the hills, it feels as though we r reaching the heights nd my world belonging to you So small, So beautiful The chilled air, it feels u r holding me tight In ur arms forever So warm, So precious I dream of you, It feels I wld go on sleeping until U really come and wake me up So unique, So perfect

"RUKSANA"

some feelings are quite exceptional and special that they cannot be defined in words and are hard to express... i have written this poem for my maid, in the hope that some day i will recite it for her... नन्ही परी ९ वर्ष की छोटे हाथ लगाती पोचा कभी थोड़ा थोड़ा मुस्कुराती जो कहो वो कर जाती कम करती ही ३ बजे तक फ़िर अपने स्कूल जाती कृष्णा और आनंदी है उसे पसंद खुश होती है देखकर उनके रंग उसकी है एक सहेली जिसके साथ हमेशा खेली एक दिन में इतना काम भगवान इसे भी दो आराम नन्ही परी नाम है रुकसाना खुशियां इसपर खूब बरसना न आने देना इसपर कोई आंच सबके दिलो पर करती रहे राज when I came to know that our new maid is a 9 years old girl Iwas too disheartened and kept on thinking for long about what can i do for her. I asked her about her studies and all, then i was told that she goes to school for Urdu at 3 pm as she's a Muslim . I also thought that I should not keep her and her sister as maid but then if she will not work at our home, then at somebody Else's home(as she has no father and all her si...

maa..

quite a few days ago, I got inspired and started my blog. I named it straight from the heart, without any particular reason. i was just searching a suitable topic to start. luckily this time too i got the right Omen. i went to a small book exhibition in KV sec-24 noida and brought a book which i always wanted to read. "A short story on the life of Mother Teresa." i started reading it yesterday and no doubt i was deeply moved. people like mother teresa are born once in centuries who renounce the world and spend their life for the sake of others. she came to India at the age of 18 and fought her best against poverty, ignorance, disease and lack of caring. I believe God lives in every parent who spend their whole lives in providing comfort, care, love and just everything to their children. She was everybody's mother. May be after reading that book i am able to answer one of my friend's question- "if what we are living a virtual life then tell me what do you call rea...

shruti..

a few persons on this earth still call me with this name "shruti"... well I am too bored with my present name so i decided to start this blog by my favourite and old name... as its my first post so i would have to introduce myself to my readers... leave this part...hope i will come up with a gud intro of mine in coming days.. :)