Nostalgiaaaaa ....
Was looking in to the things Mummy has left behind ....
Her purses , clothes , books ...
And in one of her purses I found something that has touched me to tears ...
An ordinary piece of paper on which I had written these lines for her ... Lines that I had read somewhere on Facebook
She loved poetry and most often when I found something nice I used to share with her ...
She had loved this piece ...
So I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to her ....
" Aankhon se ojhal huay dil se bhi door ho gaye
Kitney pakkey thay wo rishtey jo yuun choor ho gaye
Maili-maili si wo yaadein meri aankhon ne unhein dho dalaa
Khil uthi khwahishon ki dhanak , sajda e dil manzoor ho gaye
Ab nayi mehfilein hain naye log naye rishtey hain
Zindgi mein roshni hain nayi, raastey puurnoor ho gaye
Maazi ki umass mein jiye jaatey thay khud apne hi dushman bann kar
Khol kar dil ke kiwaadon ko jo dekhaa hai to masroor ho gaye
Door thay khud se , to bhooley huay thay andaaz e safar e ziist
Dil ki dhadkan ne jagaayaa to khwaabon ke shaher zinda e tabeer ho gaye "
Was looking in to the things Mummy has left behind ....
Her purses , clothes , books ...
And in one of her purses I found something that has touched me to tears ...
An ordinary piece of paper on which I had written these lines for her ... Lines that I had read somewhere on Facebook
She loved poetry and most often when I found something nice I used to share with her ...
She had loved this piece ...
So I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to her ....
" Aankhon se ojhal huay dil se bhi door ho gaye
Kitney pakkey thay wo rishtey jo yuun choor ho gaye
Maili-maili si wo yaadein meri aankhon ne unhein dho dalaa
Khil uthi khwahishon ki dhanak , sajda e dil manzoor ho gaye
Ab nayi mehfilein hain naye log naye rishtey hain
Zindgi mein roshni hain nayi, raastey puurnoor ho gaye
Maazi ki umass mein jiye jaatey thay khud apne hi dushman bann kar
Khol kar dil ke kiwaadon ko jo dekhaa hai to masroor ho gaye
Door thay khud se , to bhooley huay thay andaaz e safar e ziist
Dil ki dhadkan ne jagaayaa to khwaabon ke shaher zinda e tabeer ho gaye "
I love reading and I love poetry .... Heirlooms from Mummy's treasure chest ... !!!
Earlier family and friends would tell me that I'm a true replica of my father ...
And now some of my friends say I have started resembling my mother too ... !!!
What a humbling feeling it is to realize that your parents are living in this world through you
Kuchh cheezein to dikhaai bhi nahi deti haiN .... lekin khoob sunaai deti haiN ... I can still hear Mummy's khanakti hui subah subah ki Good Morning as I often feel her standing behind me or at the door to my room , when I used to be sitting at my table and she would come to say " I am going to sleep now " ...
And the way she used to say " Hello .... I'm FINE " on the phone ... !!!
And my father's hearty laugh vibrating like a positive synergy in all corners of the house filling every corner with renewed vigour ...
His ever smiling face ... So serenely affectionate
My parents' exemplary selflessness , truthfulness , honesty, simplicity and innocence till the last breath in this world ... Such rare and priceless treasure
Kuchh nahi khoya hai ...
Sab yaad hai ...
Our parents are never really away from our hearts ... But till the time they are around and with us we never really stop being a child ... Lekin ... when they leave , one suddenly grows up ... It is a life changing experience ...
28th Feb was my parents wedding anniversary ... This year they are celebrating it in The Heaven above ...
