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“Dad, what should I make for dinner?” she asked. My daughter, twenty-one now, standing in the kitchen with tired eyes and a wooden spoon. “Get ready,” I replied, pushing myself off the couch. “We’re going out.” “Where to?” “Well, what do you feel like eating? Pizza? Paneer? Or maybe... dosa?” She thought for a moment. “Dosa it is, then.” A few minutes later, we were getting ready. I stepped into the hallway and paused at the sight of her. “Oh dear,” I said, trying to hide my instinct behind a warm voice. “You’re not going to wear that, are you?” She groaned. “Ugh, Dad. Why not?” “The skirt’s too short. Wear a kurti.” She sighed dramatically, but turned and went back into her room without a word. Outside, the sky was restless. The clouds flashed above. The wind was cold, and not a single star was visible. It was going to rain, one of those long, thoughtful rains. Then Lily emerged, dolled up, in a light blue kurti, earrings catching the dull hallway light, and her long hair le...

I don’t know why, but I know how I feel. It feels as if— I’ve returned home, after a long adventure, full of ups and downs, with whispers of nostalgia. To my little paradise in the mountains, where birds chirp, and the air sings, wrapped in the quiet relief of home. As if I’ve finally bathed after a weary journey, as if I hold a dear hand close, as if I’m lulled by the lazy sloth of a warm afternoon. Perhaps it’s the weather, this gentle blame I place— but I wish, at life’s end, to be engulfed once more by this same tender embrace. A.V

Fluffy clothes now softly sway, Fog descends, a silver gray. The wind grows crisp, a chilly tune, While the sun’s allure begins to bloom. Heavy quilts on warm beds lie, Shielding dreams beneath the sky. A breath of frost fills lungs with chill, The heart ignites, alive with thrill. Upon my two-wheeler, I glide, Cold air strikes, yet warmth resides. The sun’s embrace, a gentle balm, A fleeting moment, pure and calm. A.V

Crawling out of the quilt's warm embrace, A dimly lit room greets the flowing darkness. Freshened up, a cold bath clears my mind, Hair washed, ready to unwind. Then, I sit at my desk, wrapped in a dear shawl, Its embrace tender. The speaker hums as my phone connects, Lo-fi tunes softly fill the quiet, Lit only by my study lamp. Books open, I lose myself in the flow; hours pass. The light of dawn creeps, eager to grace This gentle haven—my sacred space, Where learning and growth define my day. Slowly, the quiet shifts— From serene stillness to chirping birds, Barking dogs, and stirring neighbors. The slow morning sets the rhythm, A peaceful prelude to a purposeful day. A.V

October arrives like a quiet whisper,  a month of festivals wrapped in an electric atmosphere that propels you forward.  The air grows crisp, while the soft touch of  the sun feels like a gift like the first sip of  warm adrak chai after a weary day. It carries a strange calm, restless yet serene,  as the daylight shortens and a sense of quiet transformation lingers in the air.  As dusk falls, the sounds of bells and hymns echo,  mingling with the comforting aroma of  soul-nourishing food drifting from every corner. In October, the soul stirs with a peaceful energy,  carried by the gentle waves of change.  The air, the atmosphere both invite you to rise  from the frozen depths of your mind,  moving toward something warmer,  something more alive. A.V

The raag Jhinjhoti hums softly in my ear, While the santoor of the evening  gently plays in my mind. Before me, fluid mechanics lie open, The queue of questions long and winding, Yet my thoughts, like a wandering stream, drift astray. The warmth of the setting sun  creeps into the chilled room, Its rays sneaking through gaps, To rest softly upon me, as though meant for me alone. But October's chill has arrived The waters, like the air, have grown cold. Still, there is calm in this coolness, And the sun’s touch thaws my little frozen self. Though winter’s breath may be icy, I find warmth in its depths. A sparkle lights my eyes, Serenity fills my heart. Nd while all study deeply,  I take a moment to think. How peaceful this little time is. An excite takes over as I wait For winters warm winds flow. A.V

All the topics to talk upon have extinguished, besides an old friend. Where none is interested in listening to the tale, the other wants to speak. Closed eyes hear gentle sparkle of the waterfall. The muffler sure is fluttering a lot, and  this icy breeze is spine-chilling. Should've brought a coat. Shoes are a little tight, hair's a little frizzy, maybe I should've done shampoo today. I wonder if this silence is ackword for him. Well, not like it bothers it to someone like me who enjoys this peace. Yawn (after seeing his friend yawn) (Sarts to look in the distance again) (Crosses the legs). A.V

What can I say, at this hour? I see a drive full of letters to be sent. I see a diary full of memories.  A pillow that has seen all my breakdowns. What can I say? When practicals are at head. Can't even fully enjoy the Farewell. All that comes to mind is study. What can I say? Light is dim, and I Cuddling with the quilt. As mellow sad songs buzz the roam. What can I say?  The nostalgia is getting to me. The memories are on replay. And I write this. A.V

The aroma of flower buds, makes the endearing breeze alluring. Evening prayers move with the birds, to the corners of the sky. It is an evening of early spring. I see the Courtship of the sun and the moon, as they stare at each other from west to east, as the sun sets and the moon's ethereal rays strengthen.  My hands hold the book mritunjay.  I unfold the yugen, as it diaphanously  takes over my senses. In the background, there are songs of birds and insects.  A brown shawl is draped around my shoulders. It hugs me with warmth, and as the  cool wind eloquently teases me. My shoulders move closer  and my demure body fills with comfort.  On the roof, over a ladder, I read.  A.V

A memory saved an experience learned a whole pile of emotions felt Little confused, but we learn, to move onwards, with scars which makes us more, more of something, that we can't tell. Still can't say "Happy new year !!" with a whole heart feels like acting. With all of us together we hold our hearts and move together in time to a future better then yesterday as we hold on to the memories close to us. The person dies, but the soul moves onwards, but the soul moves onwards. A.V

 15 December 2022 Unit tests are on the move, and most of the students are absent for preparations. Its Psychology lesson, a small group of girls, a teacher, and me, are moving onward toward the fields to study. All of us sat down over a structure in close proximity. Music students were also in the fields, practicing. The slow melody hummed softly and dissolved in the cold breeze. We were studying under the apricity of the winter sun. Midst of ethereal rays I could feel the tranquillity, the delight. talks were thrown with the wind and applauded with our laughter, a sir had joined us in our Chattings.  The trees were dancing with the winds, and echoes of birds combined with the leaves.     Sometimes, when I feel oblivion, When my eyes get blurry, I can see the 7 colors of a rainbow and different hues of emotions, flowing amid of cool breeze. Butterflies roamed over the yellow daisies. Have you ever felt like you have created a core memory? or Have you ever longe...

01 December 2022  Sardiyo kai dino kai 2 baj rahai hai, hum school mai music room mai baithai hai, bs hum, sameer, geet padhnai wali kuch baachai aur eak adhyapika.     kuch hafto sai manovigyan ki teacher bhi medical leave mai hai yai hamara free lessom hai    ..... surya dev uss chokor khidki sai aai sai jaak rahai hai jai sai unnko bhi yai rag sunna ho, jai sai unn ko bhi in dhawani ki tarango ko sahailana ho sur, tal aur dhun ka aai sa sangam, hava mai bahai raah tha , jo payal ki chan chan, churiyo ki khan khan ko bhi kafi pichai chor diya.  aur hum, aur hum aur sammer apni hi dhun mai lagai  huai hai. Sameer wo sab hai wo hum nahi, aur hum wo sab hai jo sammer nahi. humari acchi banti hai,  hum mahaifil bithatai hai, mahool banatai hai, aur humari aatma apnai aap hi baatai shuru kar dai ti hai.... par iss samai, hum aur sammer kai beech mai bss rag maujuud hai, aur hum apni hi dhun mai, agal bagl baithai huai, padhai kar rahai hai. hava mai ...

 18 November 2022 I walked in, one girl and one boy playing ludo, and all other benches lay empty; under the dim bulb of chemistry class. I sat down, wore some earphones, and to create the atmosphere I pressed the play button of lofi chills.     I could see, a biology book, notes copy, and pens opened in front of me. I completed one chapter that day, but inbetwen, even though I had earphones, I could hear the outsides.... The class resides almost empty, light dim as at dusk, I study with Lofi chills humming near my ears, but the whispers of the outside world reached me. I ignore the world and the world notices me, my darkness shined the brightest, and in between the white stars, my red star shined just as the winter sun shimmers midst of clouds. Soon a group of girls entered the room, I was wearing a red sweatshirt and a white shirt beneath, and felt bashful about my own appearance. As they entered, I controlled my eyes, there were left 2 boys and a group of girls in...

Last Exam Exam is Done Plenty of time remains Endless tries of improving  answers, have failed. Weather continues to remain  cool blue, contrasting with the open grass fields and trees. The peaceful winds dissolving, in our exam hall. Not a bird in the sky I guess, they rest in their nests, lazily. Sound dissolves The ambient sounds of stationary, pages, and whispers is filling the room. Heads turning, right and left, in  search for answers. Sloth, roaming in the hall ambiance, falling from the skies along, serein of sorrow. A.V   

Golden Hours The horizon of the sky has worn a deeper hue of blue. Plants are still asleep.  All that roams in the air, are the  guessing sounds of wind, and songs of insects. The deep dark hours feel magical. The way, the wind lightens you from  sorrows. The way, songs dissolve in the air  Undisturbed times and the mystical  realm of dreams. This comforting mystical silence, fills our hearts.  A.V

The slow humming of the psychology lecture is filling the whole room, I sit down along a voyager. His words answers, as I write some question down in a diary, for him to read. His voice expressed everything. Neither did I spoke a word nor, did I look at him once in this whole conversation.      Then, with the slow humming filling the air, a PPT is present in front of us, the windows open to let the ethereal rays shine upon us and, long pauses fill the air between us. Me: You ok? Him: Yes. Me: Sure? . Him: (Chuckle) umm..... maybe. . Me: What do you think troubles you? Him: Hmmm, what troubles me..... let me think. Maybe... it's my family, like I have had frequent fights with my sister.  . Me: How is your relationship with your family? . . Him: I, have a good relationship with my mother, like it's beautiful but, my sister, not so much. Like she gets weird mood swings, and anger issues, so I have to think and evaluate everything before approaching her. . Me: ...

A Forest, looks normal from afar But, when you're close  She bewitches you, with Her majestic colours, Her beautiful hair like vines  Her calm yet playful eyes. A Forest, has been through a lot  She has felt, earthquakes She has seen dark and stormy nights  Yet she stands firm to the ground, As if nothing happened, but when observed You can also see thorns and cuts. A Forest, adored by everyone Looks enchanted from the outside and  Inside, even she doesn't know She gives care to little soules She teaches us lessons She helps her family. A Forest, have Lotus's hands Swan's body Elephant's mind An innocent soul, and A bunch of mysteries inside. A Enchanted forest, so lovely Kai najar utartai usski, par  Jana tho uss ko hai hi, tho vo Kahaiti hai, jo mujhai laijai ga Uss mai tri daivo kai Gud honai chahiaai. Yogita A.V

Disguised Stars  Ma, yai taarai hai kya, nahi baita, yai diwali ki light's hai yai diwali ki light's kon baan aata hai ma? kuch paariya aasman sai taarai todhti hai aur unn ko dhaago mai piiro dai ti hai  piiro? sillti hai aur phir unn taaro ko raat mai sab kai ghar choord jaati hai, jiss sai hum ghar saajatai hai aur juugnu? A.V