The bracelet she tied

'I would never buy it myself
or even wouldn't notice
It was a typical colourful band
with many tiny ghungaroos.'

That's what I thought when I first saw that bracelet.

I was late but finally had reached before they had left for the engagement of my cousin. There was a pooja going on & everyone was in ethnic attires except me. People looked at me like I was an uninvited outsider but that was okay until she was accompanying me.

The pooja was over & I too got a bracelet to tie like every unmarried girl there & before I could say 'can I keep it in my bag' my cousin said 'let me help you to tie it' & I said 'thanks'

At that time it was the only traditional thing I was wearing & I was certain I'll take it off very soon. I never been too girlish, though I thought the bracelet wasn't suitable for me & was making so much noise.

Day passed & I got used to the bracelet. The sound it makes every time I move my hand was no longer bothering me. I caught myself purposely shaking my hand to make that noise & that was weird at first.

It was the wedding day & I was a bridesmaid, panicking about my dress, hair, shoes & so on. But everything went well & she was gone to her new home.

I too returned to my home. Recalling our childhood memories with wet eyes, I noticed the bracelet on my hand she tied & hugged my hand so tightly like I would never take it off my hand.

No matter what I thought of it the day I first saw it but now it's precious to me & symbol of our bond.

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Not Okay to Cry

"Running behind a flowing bubble, he was looking adorable so we decided to capture the moment but then he hit the table with his tiny toes and he cried his soul out." Said Arav's mother while showing an ugly picture of Arav to all his cousins in which he was crying. He was three then and now he's eight. "OMG, Arav just look at yourself" said his cousins to tease him and then they all laughed. A little boy was bothered by a look he carries while he cries. A few years passed and now Arav is thirteen. Fell down in the playground, got his knee injured and cried in front of everyone. A teacher came and said, "oh are you crying? Come on, brave children don't cry. Get up and take a break." Again he experienced the same agony when he was fourteen. "Is he crying? Poor Boy" his classmates muttered, when he got scolded by a teacher. He felt humiliated and rushed to the washroom. He cried standing in front of a mirror. Looking at himself cry...

सैनिक

तुम कठिन अभ्यास करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं तुम सरहदों की रक्षा करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं हर त्यौहार, घर-परिवार भूल कर, तुम प्रतिपल संघर्ष करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं कब किस गोली पर लिखा हो नाम तुम्हारा , तुम बिन परवाह किए, धुप, बारिश, तूफान में माँ भारत का सजदा करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं शहादत पर तुम्हारी हम परवाह करें ना करें, पर हम गर्व कर लेते हैं संतुष्ट कर लेते हैं हम खुद को, जो दोगुने सैनिक दुश्मन के मारे जाए शर्मिंदा हैं हम, कैसे जीवन की कीमत तुम्हारी कम कर देते हैं कुछ और शायद कर नहीं सकते, इसलिए हम गर्व कर लेते हैं!

..है तो ज़िन्दगी ही

ज़िन्दगी के मायने अलग है पर है तो ज़िन्दगी ही.. तेरी भी मेरी भी हर सुबह सवेरा नहीं होता मेरा पर रात तो होती है.. तेरी भी मेरी भी गुमनाम सही, पर आवारगी पालते है ख्वाहिशें कुछ तो रह जाती हैं.. तेरी भी मेरी भी मुख़्तसर सी मोहलत नहीं मिलती महलों में न मुसाफिर यहाँ थम पाता है उम्र जी लेते हैं उम्र भर ज़िन्दगी रह जाती है.. तेरी भी मेरी भी!

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