ek ladki

aur, ek ladki

baithi hui miloan dur

Pune shaher ki khidki main dekhti apne gaon Naahan* ke sapne

kal hi wapas aayi hai, ek safar se dusre ki tayaari main..

..ek patang fir aa gayi, baithne ko uski khaali table pe..fadfadate hue lag gayi pannei (pages) palatnei ki koshih main, us din ki tarah

wo unlikhe panne is khali table par, jispe kharoch rakhi hai ek pagdandi ki yaad

Naahan ka ek chauraha bhi hai, jinpe khadam uchalte kudte ek aks main gum ho jaate thei "Paapa", wohi aks jo kab se sapno main sunai nahi deta..

..main busy rehti hun na ! shayad isliye.

kuch hila ! main sapna dekh rahi hun shayad

..lekin woh thandi hawa.. merey ghar ke sath waale bagiche ki hi thi ?

aur who aawaz, .."Paapa"

..ajeeb shaher hain yeh

aankhe band kartei hi gum ho jaata hai

aur kholte hi main tatolnei lagti hoon khud ko paane k liye

par, goom toh main kabhi hui hi nahi, Hain na?

* Naahan is a city in Himachal Pradesh

dedicated to a young gal living in Pune :) (actually she coerced me to write all this for her)

history revisited

Its been years since I started blogging.
By blogging I mean creating blogs and eventually forgetting their names and passwords, an easy excuse never to return. So, after a lot of failed attempts, here's another try to test my patience while I interact with a 14" screen talking and typing and blabbering soemthings supposedly of some concern to few, may be just me.
I seriously doubt its longevity.
We'll find out soon.