कभी उनकी आँखों में बसते थे हम, बातों का वो मंज़र रूहानी था। नज़रों में आज भी चमक रहती हैं उनकी बस मेरे अल्फाज़ कमबख्त फ़ोन चुरा ले गया। यूँ तो दिलबर की चुप्पी से शायर डरा नहीं करते, आँखों की जुबां भी समझना आता हैं हमको। आँखें पढ़ने की गुस्ताखी कमबख्त दिल करे कैसे... Continue Reading →
(Thirteen year old, Devansh Gaur, doesn't agree that he has good ideas for stories and like every teenager today he is a gadget geek. So when I restricted the writing T&C to non use of any evil electronic media, he was not very happy. But I was more happy than surprised when he came up... Continue Reading →
(This story is written by an eleven year old boy, who was a part of my story writing children's group of 10-13 year olds. The boys wrote various stories and with a restricted criteria of realistic and inspiring themes. And I was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. The following story touches upon the drastic change... Continue Reading →
यूँ ही कुछ लिख लेता हूँ, लोग कहते हैं की कहानी अच्छी कह देता हूँ । मंज़र अलग से नज़र आते है मुझे , शब्दों का रुख मोड़ स्याह कलम से खेलता हूँ। पर डर लगता हैं आजकल कलम को मेरी, शब्दों के मेरे खेल से कहीं अनवर बुरा ना मान जाये? अभी कुछ दिन... Continue Reading →
"Not everyone is fortunate enough to be accepted by the storm," he explained. "Those unfortunate souls we leave by the river to let their sins be washed." "So you mean to say, if someone is blown away by the storm it is good?" I asked. I had been studying tribes, when I came across the... Continue Reading →
It rained today. And I really wanted it to rain. Sometimes one needs to wash away the suffocation, literally. The irony of being an adult is that you are supposed to sort your own issues and whoever is there to advise really has no clue what turmoil you are going through. For all those issues... Continue Reading →
