I always considered myself a congressee.
Months or is it eons since my last post. And it was a forward but garnished with an original emotion. So what is that i can write without googling and that too under the influence of good old beer!
हुस्न गुलशन हुआ नहीं होता
दिल अगर फूल सा नही होता.
आदमी ने कहा नहीं होता
तो खुदा भी खुदा नहीं होता
जाते जाते बता गया वो मुझे
दूर माने जुदा नहीं होता
अक्स शायद बदल गया मेरा
आइना बेवफा नहीं होता
आँख से खूँ टपक गया 'ग़ालिब '
अब रगों में जमा नहीं होता
On a serious note
If life was a road she is my right turn!
followed by: a sweet smile
And as always on a frivolous note
Darpan my dear brother (a talented writer)here is a triveni of my own for my dear wife
Shayad Tu Kalpna sey agey
Shyad Tu Shabdo sey parey
Par yakinan a big pain on my pichwarey
followed by: a ravana like laugh
Dear mrs sah
Above mentioned fruitless triveni is just to make smile.
Get well soon.
Yours truly,
hubby
followed by: a wry smile and a grin(only I can do that)
i never came across a women more beautiful, a women more dignified.
happy womens day maa in advance
He is from Nakori some 3 hrs drive from bageshwar. They normally play in temples and festivals.
I dont think his Son will be doing the same.
so Long tradition on my beloved kumoan.
ps.
i dont blame him , it has no money.
oh i lament for you my kumaaon.
oh i lament for a language all but dead.
oh i lament customs customised like that the PLASTIC aipan i bought this deepawali.
oh i lament for you my kumaaon.
