Phoolon se jaheren to sparsh aur badalon se gire to mithi khushbu de jati hain.
Yaadon mein baha le jati hain yeh boondein
Bachpan ki, un doston ki, un lamhon ki jinko hum aaj bhi jeena chahate hain...
When it was pouring in Pune today, I was thinking about jaipur.... Where rains are like festivals.. you know which come once in a year....It reminds me about my place where with the first drop of rain, we used to run out of our homes to get drenched...
I remember how my mom used to come running behind me to stop,,,but i guess that is the fun part of being kid because by the time she could catch me, i used to be all wet....
I still make boats out of paper but now I do not put them back in the rain water, as now I am surrounded by fears, anxiety, failure that what if my boat is unable to stand the external pressure????
I was never enveloped in such a situation where I had to think ten times for even preparing my boat to get into water...I guess that was because I was a kid at that time, in my mother's lap, in my home, in my place, my hometown, my jaipur.
Have you never missed the link??? The link that you have with your place or your country or for that matter your people????
I have always felt like a stranger. I person who is looking for her own people who will come and ask you If you are thirsty. Who would always read my mind and in answer come up with what I wanted...
I am here but sometimes it seems that the soul is still there...
A place where my people are still waiting , for me they are the one who really care.
I miss the place, I miss the rain
I miss the sunrise ohh I can feel the pain....
I just want hide myself and want to run away from here,
I want to go back to my place where there is no fear..............
Aaj ek hi gaana yaad aa raha hai.....
Chhiti aayi hai aayi watan se Chitti aayi hai.
Bade dino ke baad hum be-watano ko yaad
Watan ki mitti aayi hai.....
Missing my place, right now too much of work pressure, assignments, exams, blah blah blah...
So thus came a slightly heavy post...
see you all with a happy post asap....
Kriti Singh singing off till then
Bachpan ki, un doston ki, un lamhon ki jinko hum aaj bhi jeena chahate hain...
When it was pouring in Pune today, I was thinking about jaipur.... Where rains are like festivals.. you know which come once in a year....It reminds me about my place where with the first drop of rain, we used to run out of our homes to get drenched...
I remember how my mom used to come running behind me to stop,,,but i guess that is the fun part of being kid because by the time she could catch me, i used to be all wet....
I still make boats out of paper but now I do not put them back in the rain water, as now I am surrounded by fears, anxiety, failure that what if my boat is unable to stand the external pressure????
I was never enveloped in such a situation where I had to think ten times for even preparing my boat to get into water...I guess that was because I was a kid at that time, in my mother's lap, in my home, in my place, my hometown, my jaipur.
Have you never missed the link??? The link that you have with your place or your country or for that matter your people????
I have always felt like a stranger. I person who is looking for her own people who will come and ask you If you are thirsty. Who would always read my mind and in answer come up with what I wanted...
I am here but sometimes it seems that the soul is still there...
A place where my people are still waiting , for me they are the one who really care.
I miss the place, I miss the rain
I miss the sunrise ohh I can feel the pain....
I just want hide myself and want to run away from here,
I want to go back to my place where there is no fear..............
Aaj ek hi gaana yaad aa raha hai.....
Chhiti aayi hai aayi watan se Chitti aayi hai.
Bade dino ke baad hum be-watano ko yaad
Watan ki mitti aayi hai.....
Missing my place, right now too much of work pressure, assignments, exams, blah blah blah...
So thus came a slightly heavy post...
see you all with a happy post asap....
Kriti Singh singing off till then
like like.. superlike :) and can relate to .. :(
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