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  क्षितिज एक आंधी आ कर चली गई एक बादल फट कर बरस गया कल अम्बर में तपता था जो आज वो सूरज पिघल गया  एक दोस्त मिला था चमकीला सोने चाँदी में ढला हुआ तेज़ गति से बहता था थोड़ा जल्दी में रहता था जी भर हर रोज़ ही जिया था वो गहरी घूँटों से पिया था वो अनुभवों में उसका मन रमता हर रोज़ ढूँढता मोड़ नया पहाड़ हो या हो दौड़ कोई साथ वो सबके चलता था और साथी गर कोई नहीं मिले तो ख़ुद ही वो आगे बढ़ता था ये कर लूँ वो भी कर लूँ में इस से उस से भी मिल लूँ में यहाँ वहाँ हो आऊँ ज़रा जीवन का सारा रस चख लूँ मैं थी तेज नाम की हनक अलग जो कहता था वो करता था कई बार उससे गिरते देखा गिर कर हर बार वो उठता था इस बार गिरा तो ऐसे उठा के आसमान को चीर गया  उस अंतिम शिखर पर जा पहुँचा जहाँ अम्बर धरती से मिलता था एक आंधी आ कर चली गई एक बादल फट कर बरस गया कल अम्बर में तपता था जो आज वो सूरज पिघल गया कल अम्बर में तपता था जो आज वो सूरज पिघल गया

This eclispe doesn’t compute. There was no math, no conceivable sequence of events, or dominos falling, that could have brought me to this place and time. Yet here I am. Without a dear friend. Without a kindred soul. Without Thej. Life is unpredictable, yes. Storms do come, I know. But storms blow away a tin roof or a hatch. They may be even topple a weakened wall in the process. But they aren’t supposed to blow away a Palace that Thej’s larger than life was. It was a Palace, even though, while he lived I never quite saw it that way. I was too close you see. You don’t quite get the full perspective of the magnificent design, the architecture, the tall columns and adorned facade, while on the inside. The palace is too big. One must step back some. As I step back now, I realize that I had the privilege to be an insider to his beautiful life. A life cut short abruptly. Or, may-be, just may-be, this fire was meant to burn off in just this much time. The heat was too intense. We reconcile, ...

October 4th, 2025,  the hostess announced my mother's arrival at her 80th birthday party, and she rolled in like the Queen that she was, escorted by my brother and me, her greatest treasure. She looked resplendent in an ivory Paithani saree picked out by me, the pearls around her delicate and proud neck selected most lovingly by my brother, and together we had chosen the perfect song to accompany her, Champion by Carrie Underwood. The lyrics "I am invincible, unbreakable, unstoppable, unshakable, I am a Champion" reverberated through the room as she slowly turned around and smiled her dazzling smile worth its own sunrise. The entire room erupted in cheers, filled with her legacy. We had put out a clarion call to celebrate her milestone year, and everyone answered. They all knew of her fierce battle with Parkinson's and the brain surgery in its wake; they knew this was a conquest wrested from the jaws of death. As they waited for the birthday girl to arrive, many of th...

  So, what is something,we most take for granted? Tomorrow... Anything non pressing we push it to tomorrow.But isn't tomorrow an illusion? Who has seen tomorrow? I can never forget a colleague of mine who left office one day in the evening and never returned.Leaving behind a grieving young family.We all heard of someone who never came back on a regular normal day. Tomorrow is fragile. So stop overthinking, over planning and give your family a tight hug and a lot of your time.Because,when the days run out the biggest regret won’t be the things we think that matter today.. So make that special dish today your husband loves or just keep that phone aside and listen to your teens..Or be more kind to yourself..Life,Time and Family are irreplaceable so make the most of it.. Because tomorrow is fragile......