Zendagi Migzara

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty, will I be rich Here's what she said to me. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be. ~~Que Sera Sera ~ Doris Day The best thing about mothers is irrespective of whatever happens in your life, they are always there for you. She is there to celebrate a victory, to scold when you make a mistake, to hug when you are hurt. There have been loads of times my mom and I have not agreed on certain things, people, situations. Actually more often that not, we disagree. But even when we've disagreed she has always stood by me. Say I've made a new friend and my mom doesn't seem to like her too much, she tells me so and I laugh it off. And if that friend actually turns out to be not-a-friend, my mom has never come back and said "I told you so". In fact the only time I remember her saying 'I told you so

Pyaase hain naina Tarse saare raina Jinme tu hai rehta Hal kyun tu jaane na Saiyyan pehchane na Hal unka kyun tu jaane na Saiyyan nainon ki bhasha samjhe na Nainon ki bhasha samjhe nah Samjhe na... Kuch toh hai zaroor Dil mera kitna majboor Kuch toh Hai zaroor Dil mera kitna majboor Jaan ke bhi tu Jaane na Saiyyan... Nainon ki bhasha samjhe na Samjhe na ~~ Kritika Kamra ~ Kuch Toh Log Kahenge Siddharth walked from the balcony to his room and collected his clothes to go bathe. He went to the kitchen, saw his Mom making dinner and went and hugged her from behind. He had a habit of playing with her Saree pallo. She was chopping onions, she stopped, put down her knife and turned to hug her son back. Asked him about the day. And so began the daily ritual of entering the kitchen and talking to his Mom before he went for a shower. He went and sat down on a wooden bench, the kinds of which you find in roadside chai shops. Was it these benches that made one wa

Na Aaye Ho, Na Aaoge, Na Phone Pe Bulaoge Na Shaam Ki Karaari Chai, Labo'n Se Yun Pilaoge Na Aaye Ho, Na Aaoge, Na Din Dhale Sataoge Na Raat Ki Nashili Bye Se Neendh Mein Jagaoge Gaye Tum Gaye Ho Kyun, Yeh Raat Baaki Hai Gaye Tum Gaye Ho Kyun, Saath Baaki Hai Gaye Tum Gaye Hum Tham Gaye Har Baat Baaki Hai Gaye Kyun Toh Jiyein Kyun ~ Jaideep Sahni ~~ Dum Maro Dum If there was one word to describe Maya, it would be boisterous. She was cheerful, noisy and always wanted to do something. Sitting at ease was never really her thing. Her father was in the Army and a General now. She had grown up in the Armed forces. And loved that life, that discipline, that honor, that pride, that came out of serving one's nation was unmatchable to anything else in the world. And Maya was proud to be a part (well semi-part) of that legacy. She grew up like any other army daughter, with loads of love and pampering. The fact that she was the only child added to the pampering. She