A.V

The Journey  12/June/2022 Packings done, we are off to catch the bus. With every gust of wind that touches us, we are reminded of the purpose of our journey; to see Tai Ji, who is in the last stage of stomach cancer, chances are low....but we are trying everything. The bus is mostly empty, but as the time of departure comes close it starts to get crowded. To be honest, night travel by bus is quite different, and it makes me long to travel with my friends like this.     The slow humming of the crowd and the sounds of the bus fills the environment with dark blue ambient lighting. Mother by my side, a book in my hands, and lofi songs in my ears. The bus gradually makes its way out of the city, then rushes to its destination. It's a bumpy ride, I won't disagree, but it's a peacefully gloomy ride to Deharadun. During half-sleep, I create plans for the future. Some will get fulfilled and some will wonder in the dreams of a divine angel. It's midnight. The bus halt

वो उस सुहानी सी चिरईंया जैसे नेहा मै दुबि हुई, कोन उस के इस रूप से स्नेह करने से बच सकता है, वो छोटी सी चिड़ि जो  अपनी मधुर बोल से पूरा आँगन भर देती है  कभी कहानियाँ तो कभी कविताएँ गाती है, और जब कोइ नही होता है आस पास तोअ अपने अंदर की बातें भी गातीक भी कोई रूप में ढ़ल जाती तो  कभी कोई रुप में। Sneha A.V