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One life, live it! It is special...feel it!
In this world we come, to see our parents’ twinkling eyes;
They hold us tight and love us right, to make us all well and wise.
The first crawl, the first stand, the first run and the first fall;
Our sweet smile, our loud cries, makes everything around us stall.
The excitement of running to school for the first time;
The fun of having best friends to fight and play all the time.
The first crush, the first love and the first rose for the special one;
The first no, the first heart break and then the repeated sessions of sad songs.
The hard work in school and then in college, to excel in life’s unseen battle;
The pride to have the first offer, “Mom-Dad, I’ve done it.” Waving it like a rattle.
The first day at work, and the huge shopping before that;
The first salary, the first award at work and the first appraisal.
Yet another time the heart falling for one and this time I know it’s a budding love;
Hand in hand, theatres, movies, eateries and gardens- like the lovely two little doves.
The most important day to celebrate, the day when the two souls met to be one;
Begins the journey of life with flavours of love, responsibility, and a lot of fun.
The late hours slogging, the overflowing work, no time for party, no time for fun;
One day to realize, it’s time for the little one to come, the heart wonders if its a daughter or a son?
Tired and exhausted with work, life’s trigger lies only in the little one’s smile;
Struggle is on, to make the future bright for the little one to shine.
One day to see the little one is a self-made and successful soul;
Having a new found world with dreams and sensibly defined goals.
Eyes filled with pride and heart in peace, I declare that’s my beautiful life’s fruit;
Taking with it, my values and ethics to live and play life’s beautiful flute.
Content with life’s offerings, holding hands and finding solace in each other’s lap;
We close our eyes to embrace the other world and take a long, rather longest nap.
That’s the cycle of life, the beautiful life, the gift from the Goddess herself;
Live it, Love it, Laugh it, Play it, Sing it, Dance it…… Coz you are priceless yourself.
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No matter where one’s fandom lies, if one saw the clip of you visiting your son in jail, the sheer dignity would have one converted to 'being yours'!
Dear @iamsrk,
I have done enough stuff in my journey making my son and husband often exclaim vexedly, ‘Aap Zara Sa Tham Jao Ji!’
But never in my dreams did I imagine that I would be writing an open crush-puff-piece at this stage of my life!
If the Chitrahaar Gods were especially propitious, they would showcase the song 'Papa Kahte Hain' and she would croon along to the song and wonder with you... where did her future lie?
Dear Aamir,
The magazines called you the ‘Chocolate Boy’ and a little girl in a small town, who loved chocolates, rare as they were in the eighties, fell in love without even realising it. Not yet introduced to the charm of the brooding hero, she found your delectable rasogulla looks enticing enough, at the tender age of ten, to fall head over heels. You see, she had yet to be indoctrinated into the Tall, Dark, Handsome myth. Of course, if she had been a little bit older, she might have thought it was better to take greater note of your lipstick shade than your chocolate boy looks, for looks as they say, are here today and gone tomorrow.
She would wait impatiently for Wednesday and Friday evenings, counting the days in her heart. Come evening, she would be so excited, the spring in her steps would be hard to miss. She would be scared everyone would know the secret in her heart but still she was the first one to plop in front of the television at 8 o’clock promptly. It was the time for Chitrahaar and her only opportunity to gaze at your beautiful unblemished countenance without drawing attention to herself. You see, she carried her love for you like a firefly in her heart, a glow for difficult times.