muniya re muniya

The world is small. And some people are meant to run like a loop in your mind and in your life at times. Maybe that is how people come and go. Maybe that is how people meet and stay, sometimes leave. And when there is strong resistance inside your heart about wanting to leave or of wanting to let go, things fall into place without much ado. After they left the movie hall, Muniya and Anaira strolled towards the market. Some sunsilk...Some handkerchiefs...Some vicks...The moment they stepped out of the shop and began walking back, there, Muniya's eyes pointed out at him. Chamkeela stood looking back as if he had already seen and knew where was Muniya. Muniya in utter surprise brought Anaira to meet the stance. Oh yes! It was Chamkeela...But how come? A surge of happiness ran inside Muniya. Chamkeela was someone Muniya could not explain about. Like there are leaves on the tree... strange to the relation. Like a cactus in a desert... unaware of its strangled existence. Like a less tr...

On A Random Day HILL ARCHITECTURE Revolving around the quiet reserve of the hills, it is the architecture that resiliently responds to the climate on the hills where the structures are allowed to rest in the lap of mountains and buildings cling to the terraces creating a setup befitting a picturesque frame. The vernacular architecture in the hills effectively survives on the fundamental materials locally available letting the architecture not overlook but surrender beautifully to the nature. Though merging, it still emerges. Swinging in architecture :  " This piece is based on a random architectural observation and how a simple façade could be thought provoking drawing the lines on hilly realms." A s I sit swinging under the partial shades of the Deodars, I am caught by a carved design on .   the wall parallel to the level of ventilating windows. Ventilating windows, high enough as I see them for a single storied residence. This floral attempt as I percei...

" And thereafter the Genie granted Ali's wish. He ran into the ground to catch miraculous and extremely tiny white candies. The moment he caught them, they melted. It was a game. A game he had never played before.  Genie watched the evolving happiness on Ali's face. Now the Genie's account had turned empty. There were no more wishes to be granted. He had fulfilled his term on this earth. It was his last to grant somebody happiness. He would then move back to 'Parilok'.  Ali looked up and opened up his mouth wide. He could feel the cold porous candies into his mouth. Soon after, by the evening, the ground transformed into the view of an unbroken sheet of white. Ali made sure he does not slip on this grand mat which he had just put his foot on.                 'Slow and steady, Ali.'       Genie asserted. Ali felt a mild hit on his shoulder, of something, that split into pieces the moment it hit him. He glitte...

भेज दो पैग़ाम ब्यास की उन लहरों को , आज खुश हूँ मैं, मेरी प्यास कुछ इस तरह आराम हुई है, मेरी पलकों की गीली कतारों को सूखता देख, दुनिया भी किस कदर हेरान  हुई है। जाड़े के मौसम में, जम गए जो हाथ , पन्नों से यूँ ही गुफ्तगू कर रहे, कि कलम भी पहली बार मुझसे किस कदर परेशान हुई है। भेज दो पैगाम इन बर्फीली हवाओं को, आज खुश हूँ मैं, बड़े दिनों बाद, मेरे आँगन में चाँद की रौशनी यूँ छिटकी है , कि तारे भी ख़याल कर रहे इस तरह, दर पे मेरे ये कैसी आज करामात हुई है।।