BAS YOON HI KUCH

Khud apne aap se milna kahaan koi aasaan,

Humain to arsa hua khud ki hi khabar na hui.

Tamaam umr sitaaron ki roshni main kati,

Siyaah raat thi aisi ki phir seher na hui.

Meri zameen main ab koi gul nahin khilta,

tu khush to hai ki aah teri beasar na hui .

Kai the yaar, kai hamsafar, kai dilbar,

Bhare jahaan main tanhai mukhtasar na hui.

Rahee hamesha hi umeed waqt badlega

ki hogi talkhiy-e hayaat kam magar na hui.

Ye aur baat ki 'Tanha' ko dhoe phirte hain
magar ye sach hai saath apne hi guzar na hui

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Tanha'

Akele rehna agar chaaho, duniya gheregi,
jo chaaho mehfilain apna koi nahin milta .
khushi main 'Tanha' aur udaas mehfilon main raha,
Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta .

Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta

ROODAD-E-TANHA

Ik to 'Tanha' ki kahaani main naya kuch bhi na tha,

Aur khud usne bhi duniyan se kaha kuch bhi na tha,,

Shaqs accha, tha raha hoga, kise kyaa lena,

Yaad us ko rakhen aisa to kiya kuch bhi na tha.

Tha wo sadiyon se rawaan jaise mijaje darvesh,

Jiski kismat main na manzil hai, faqat raahain hain,,

Behte paani ki maanind use behna tha,

Apna kehne ko kinaron ke siwa kuch bhi na tha.

Wo jo aksar kisi sunsaan safar main mashgool,

kisi khamosh musaafir ka bekaif tasaluul,,

wo jo chal parta tha soche bina, belos magar,

uske daaman main bandha kal ke liye kuch bhi na tha.

Kabhi tanhai main kahin baith ke kuch gaata tha,

Kabhi hanste hue kuch dard bhara, keh jaata tha,,

Tha samazna bara mushqil, wo azab paagal tha,

Naa kabhi hosh main hota tha, naa behosh bhi tha.

Jaane kis bozh ko dhoe hue wo chalta tha,

Kamar jhuki hui rehti thi , na kuch dikhta tha,,

Raat main baith andhere main wo kuch takta tha,

Uski pathrai hui aankhon mein, bacha kuch bhi na tha.

Khwab aisa nahin usne kabhi dekhe hi na the,

Khwab sabke he hon poore ye zuroori to nahin,,

Tha kisi khwab ki maanind siyaah raaton main,

Subha hote hi bacha jiska nishaan kuch bhi na tha.

Naa kabhi dard kabhi uska huaa jaahir hi,

Na kabhi uski kahaani ka pata chal paaya,,

Apni khaamoshi samete hua rukhsat 'Tanha',

Mit gaya jaise hawaaon ke siwa kuch bhi na tha.

                                                               

                                                                'TANHA'

Jaane kyun usne koi aisi tamanna ki thi,

Usko maayoos to hona tha, khatavaar jo tha,,

kyoon use itna bhi maloom nahin tha, jo sabhi kehte hain,

Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta.

Kabbhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta

PAPA JI NAHIN RAHE

PAPA JI NAHIN RAHE

24 May 1143AM

Lily ka phone tha

Bahut dino se ye andesha ho chala tha,

Aisa kuch ho sakta hai, lagne laga tha,

Jab aaya tha tab haalat kaafi kharaab thi

Par phir bhi,

Papa Ji nahin rahe ?

1230 PM

I am in my Gypsy, traveling to Jallandhar Railway stn

I will board some train to Ambala,

Uske aage phir dekhi jaayegi

Ghar pahuchana hai, jaldi se jaldi,

Papa Ji nahin rahe

There is no train to Moradabad from Ambala,

So I will have to take a bus and go to Saharanpur

1745 PM ,

I pass Saharanpur,

Strange co incidence, the town of my family, my father,

I reach Roorkiee,

A friend has picked me up from Saharanpur bus stand and has also got me a ticket in Kaathgodam Express,

I will be in Kathgodam at 7 in the morning,

And at Naukuchiatal by 8 in the morning,

0815 AM, 25 May 2010

Naukuchiatal

I am reaching my parents home,

Where he would normally be found sitting in the veranda,

Reading news paper with the help of a magnifying glass,

Grumbling on his wife,

There is a crowed out side the house,

Aakri safar ki taiyaari hai,

Sirf mera intezaar hai,

I reach the veranda,

he is there

not grumbling, not reading

But lying on a bed of Ice slabs, his body frozen,

Waiting for me to arrive for almost 20 Hrs,

He is getting late,

Ab naye safar par nikalna hai, ye safar khatm hua,

Is jeewan main jo rishte bannaye the,

Sab yanhi chor ke jaana hai

Bara beta ab pahunch gaya hai,

Vida karo,

Papa Ji nahin rahe,

0940 AM

Arthi uthi hai,

logon ki aankkon main aansu hain

meri aankhon main sirf  dhund hai,

aansu pata nahin kahaan kho gaye,

Ek machine ki tarah jo kaha jaa raha hai kar raha hoon,

Chitrashila Ghat,

Behte paani ke upar pattharon ka platform,

Us par chita saji hai

yahaan ki yahi parampara hai,

Moonh main ghee daalo,

Parikrama karo,

Agni do,

Wo shaerer jis ka main hissa hoon,

Maine agni ke hawale kiya,

Sab hat gaye par mujhe rukna hoga,

Us shareer kaa har hissa puri tarah raakh ho jaaye,

Paani main beh jaaye,

to hatoon

Yahi ek jimmedari baaki hai,

4 PM

Chita jal chuki, raakh beh chuki, pathar hata diye gaye,

Nadi pehle ki tarah behti hai,

Sab khatm hua,

Jo mujhe dunia main laaya tha,

Jisne saalon meri parwarish ki

Use bas chand ghanton mein dunia se vida karke ab chalta hoon,

Bare bete ka kartvaya poora hua,

ab Pagri mere sar pe hai,

Papa Ji ab nahin rahe,

Ab Mummy ko sambhalna hai,

52 salon ke baad, wo akeli ho gayi

jeewan ka arth khatm ho gaya,

Wo kursi verande main, khaali pari hai,

Magnifing glass ki ab jaroorat khatm hui,

Papa Ji nahin rahe

 

main bhi ek roz isi taraha se ruksat loonga,
yahan kisi ka bhi sikka sada nahin chalta,
wo koi Raja ho ya  phir ho wo phakir koi,
Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahi milta

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

ON FATHER'S DAY, a silent tear

Why now,

He has been gone for almost a month now. The deep sense of loss has may be numbed me in a manner that I thought was not possible for the Grumpy Old man that he had turned into during the later period of his life.

As I realize, I was wrong;

It is more clear now, the relation between a father and a son.

When a child starts understanding the world he starts idolizing his father. The father is the first real Hero for the child. He can solve all problems, he can pick up that biscuit packet from top shelf, he can lift that wooden chest full of toys, he can kill the cockroach, he can open that soft drink bottle, he knows all the spellings and all the tables. He can do almost every thing that a child struggles with. So the child wants to be like his Dad, he is the child's first Hero. One day I will go to work like Dad and earn money, the child dreams.

Things start changing soon enough though. Slowly the child grows up and starts becoming wise. He realizes that his Hero is not that great after all. He is normal, actually even not as good as his friend's father. His friend's father has bought that beautiful cycle for his son, which his father can not afford. Slowly the child grows into a man and feels that he is every thing that his Dad wasn't. That he is much better, worldly wise, more practical and moves on, gets busy with life in which there is precious little space for the Grumpy Old Man that the Hero has now turned into. He never realizes that his father has always wanted and done every thing possible to ensure that the child turns better than him, wiser than him. And that nothing gives a father more pleasure than being beaten by his son in every sphere. And that he has deliberately slowed down to let the son move ahead . He can not afford, to not be a Hero in his sons life. My Hero was no different. This is but one side of the story

There is the other side also. To my father when I was born I was the real love of his life. The end all and be all of his existence. I was a part of him, his flesh and blood. Those little hands, the little feet, the twinkling eyes, the innocent look. He would ensure that no harm ever came my way. He thus turned into a superhero for my sake from a humble normal human being. No he couldn't fly but when I shivered, he would wrap me in the last piece of cloth he had and hold me close to his chest, he would ensure I never went hungry and the last drop of water within his means would be reserved for me. My Hero though not the most articulate, never failed me when such fatherly Heroism was required to be displayed. If his shoulders drooped during the last days it was because he had been carrying three of us on those shoulders silently, only for the sake of pleasure that he derived from it and nothing else.

I am reminded of the time when I was sick, very sick, suffering from Bronchial Asthma. My Hero, than carried me to every possible cure that was available and brought me back hale n hearty. It simply couldn't have been any other way. But when My Hero fell sick and I who suffers from the misconception of being more capable, wiser and influential, couldn't match the Heroism. I too carried him to all possible cures but could not bring him back hale n hearty. The Grumpy Old Man did not complain though, nor did he make an issue of my failure. His way of saying he wanted to live was, and I quote " All that you and Lily have done for me, may that be successful, may your efforts not go in wane" He wanted to live if only to be proud of his sons successful efforts. That, however was not to be. The son failed and the Hero took his last flight to an unknown destination within two weeks.

This time he really flew;

just the way the Super Heroes do.

To day I understand the dilemma of my father and why he was such a Hero. He went through intense pressures, financial, social, professional, even personal set backs, but always presented a picture of calm to me. He could not have disappointed his little one. He could not see fear, gloom or tears in the twinkling assured eyes of his little child. When he taught me how to walk he held my hand and than let go off it only to make sure that I learned to walk on my own. I couldn't see but my father, the Hero, though not holding my hand was right behind me to hold me when I stumbled. Ditto in life at every step. Whenever I stumbled emotionally, financially or socially the Hero though not visible to me was always right behind me. There were many things he shared with me which will always be our own little secret. One of course was the relationship with my mother, his wife of fifty-two years. They could neither live with , nor without each other.

How suddenly the end arrives, I realized that day. That day when I finally left him, I had this strange feeling that I was not going to see him again. He lay silent in the bed knowing what was going on around him but was not able to respond. I told him that I will have to go but will be back soon, that he should get better by the time I returned, since on his Marriage Anniversary we were going to celebrate the bravery that he had displayed in putting up with my mother for so long, that he deserves a Param Vir Chakra for that. He let out a hearty toothless, soundless laughter, his face distorted with amusement, and bade me good bye. The Hero knew better. He was wiser than me even on the last day. He knew he was not going to make it. He must have been in immense pain due to his complications , also an emotional wreck knowing well that he was possibly hearing his son,s voice for the very last time. But he had to present a picture of calm, because he couldn't see disappointment, tears or fear in the eyes of his little one. His toothless laughter was Heroism at its best that day, and will haunt me for ever.

The Hero remained a Hero till the end and I remain so inadequate, so defeated.

On father's day, I can only regret that I never said it so often,

I loved you Papa Ji and you will always be my Hero.

Jab kehna tha to kabhi kaha nahin,

ab jab keh sakne ki himmat kar paaya hoon - - - -

- - - - - - - - - - to sun ne wala raha nahin,

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

Rest in peace Grumpy Old Man.

And don't worry about your little one. He knows you are right behind him when he stumbles.

You have done a good job with him.

He is going to be OK

MAZHAB MERA

Mera Majhab hai kya maan baap se jo mujko mila

sar pe rakhi hui ek bhari si gathri hai ye

Khol kar jisko kabhi maine na dekha ab tak

Bas musalsal ise dhoe hi chala aata hoon

Kholne baitha to tha, dekhen chalo kya hai is mein

Jab main chota tha bahut, un dinon ek baar kabhi

Tab mujhe daant diya tha baron ne ghar ke

Hai buri baat, sawalon mein uljho na abhi

Jo Mazhab ka ye masla hai, zarori hai bahut

Jab bare hoge, samjh joege bacche ho abhi,

Abhi mazhab ko samajh paana tumhare bas mein nahin

Ab to unko bhi beete hue ek arsa hua

Kaam ke itni rahi hogi ye gathri jinke

Unki amaanat hai mere zimme ab

Unke sar ki ye gathri hai, mere sar pe

Kaafi bhaari hai, kabhi socha hai neeche rakh doon

Dekhoon to khol ke kya hai ismein

Himmat nahin parti lekin

Who jo ek dar hai bhara man mein mere bachpan se

Wahi dar aaj bhi jinda hai, mere man mein

Sochta reh jaata hoon ki jisko uthae sar par

Sadiyon se dhote chale aaye hain purkhe, kal tak

Kuch to hoga hi, zaroori hi raha hoga par

Kholte unko bhi maine to na dekha ab tak

Aur kuch wakht ise yon hi liye chalta hoon

Phir mere bête ki baari hogi de doonga use

Us ko bhi kar doonga takeed ki ye 'Mazhab' hai

Aur zaroori hai sabhi ka ise dhote rehna

Kholna dekhna aur sochna 'Naawajib' hai

Ye hi to mujhse kaha tha mere maan baap ne aur,

Ye hai main dhyaan rahe, tum ko bhi samjhaata hoon

Ismein hai jo bhai zaroori hai, na kuch sawal karo,

Mein bhi barson se ise yon hi liye aata hoon

Aisa par hoga nahin aisa mujhe lagta hai

Ye sahi hai ki mere purkhe ise sar par rakh

Silsilewar chale aaye bina khole hi

Aage ki pushton ko mushkil hai magar samjhaana

Kyon rahen dhote, bina jaanche bina tole hi

Mera beta hai nai soch nai fikron kaa

Wo ise kholega dekhega ki kya hai is mein

Itna bhaari bhi hai kyon itna jaroori bhi hai kya

Mein to ye kar nahin paaya kabhi himmat na pari

Baap jab thakne laga tha to sar par rakh li

Apne purkhon ke bharose ko liye chalta raha

Na sawalaat kiye aur naa koi shaq hi kiya

Par ye zamana hai alag, waqt bhi thora hai juda

mera bêta bhi bina dekhe nahin dhoega

Wo to kholega ise dekhega aur parkhega

kyon ise dhote raho, ismein zaroori bhi hai kya

Sochta hoon mein, ki jo nikle zaroori ho bahut

Kaam ka ho mere purkhon ka yakin

isko uthaaye chale ana, bekaar na ho

aur naye daur se mein aankhen churaoon, na Mauju badloon

Na kabhi sochta reh jaoon ki bête ki tarha,

Khol ke dekh liya hota zara pehle agar

Kya pata sar pe uthae to na chalna parta

Sochta hoon ki jo nikle wo aisa bhi na ho

Chor ke jisko, aage bhi na barh paata mein

Hoke azad wazan se, utha sar apna

Chhati bhar saans na bhar paata mein

Mera beta ise kholega, dekhega aur sochega

Aur utha kar kahin rakh dega kisi kone mein

Uski marzi ke mutabik agar ye kuch na hua

Aur us rooz bhari gathri mere mazhab ki

Ye jo sadiyon se rakhi sar pe chali aati hai

Kisi kone mein kisi mor pe reh jaayegi

Wo nikal jaayega us roz kisi aur kahin

Jis taraf se use manzil ki sada aati hai

Log wo thore juda the jo the mazhab wale

Ab shiwaalon mein na masjid mein khuda hai milta,

Har Khuda ka naya Mazhab, nahin Mazhab main Khuda

Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

Pengong Tso

For no particular reasonI am reminded of my days in Laddakh today

I am reminded of 'PengongTso'

Lake 'Pengong Tso'

I have spent some of my most memorable days,most creative days on the shores of 'Pengong Tso'

In Laddakhi language, lake is called 'Tso'

Lake 'Pengong',     -     'Pengong Tso'

As a newly commissioned 2^nd Lieutenant I found my self in Leh on my way to my unit further up on the Line of Control. The first experience of Leh was humbling to say the least. Rising barren mountains , not a speck of grass other than on the shores of rivers and streams and freezing temperatures. I was simply awe struck. I went berserk with my 35mm SLR Camera.

After a few days of acclimatization I was loaded on a 'Shaktiman'  and I  was off  to my unit. The introduction to unit , was some thing I will talk about some other time. To day it is 'Pengong Tso' calling. A few days in the unit and I was off again further up, bang on the border, where India ends.In the most hostile environment I had ever experienced in life, in actual battle like conditions, I found my self parked next to the  most beautiful lake that I have ever seen till date. She was  'Pengong Tso'

'Pengong Tso'does not end where India ends.

As if to say, these boundaries are your boundaries.

They don,t apply to me.

I am  the daughter of Laddakh.

She goes right into China,   -    miles into China

She, I was told is 140 sqare km in size, half in India, half in China.

Like a link of love  between two estranged brothers

What hit me was the vast expanse of the lake and complete lack of visitors or habitation around the lake.  I refer to her as a person because she has entertained me, soothed me, calmed my anxieties given me great creative insight, some thing I didn't know I was capable of and in general made me delve deep into my soul, explore within and become a more complete person.

'Pengong Tso' I remain eternally indebted to you and in love with you.

 I have experienced many emotions in company of her and one of them goes as under,

"Aaj jab mein yahaan is post par baitha hoon mere theek aage ye khoobsoorat Jheel 'Pengong Tso'  hai, Lake 'Pengong Tso'. Ye kaisi vidambanaa hai ki kudrat kaa ye khoobsoorat  karishama  kewal ek  Battlefield   ban kar reh gaya hai. Pataa nahin kyon mujhe aisa lagta hai ki 'PengongTso' hum se kuch kehti hai ,  hum insaanon se, jinhone is ke do tukre kar daaale hain. Mere dil mein jo khayaal uth rahein hain kuch is tarhaa se hain,"  ------

 

KHUDAA  NE  BANAAYAA  THA  JAB  YE  NAZAARA

YE  DUNIYAN  MEIN  SAARE  JAHAAN  SE  THA  NYAARA

THAA  KITNAA  YE  DILKASH,  THA  JAANAT  SE PYAARA

AE  'PENGONG  TSO'  TERAA  SUNDAR  KINAARAA

 

KUDRAT  YAHAAN  CHAEN  SE  REH  RAHI  THI

KHUSHBAAS  THANDI  HAWA  BEH  RAHI  THI

YAHAAN  AASMAAN  THAA  JAMAANE  SE  BEHTAR

YAHAAN   KITNA  CHAMKEELAA  THA  HAR  EK  SITAARA

AE  PENGONG TSO  TERAA  SUNDAR  KINAARA

 

MAGAR  EK  DIN  EK  INSAAN  AAYA

USE  YE  AMAN  CHAEN  BILKUL  NAA  BHAAYA

KHARE  HOKE  PARVAT  PE  USNE  PUKAARA

YAHAAN  MAEN  RAHOONGA  YE  MERA  HAI  SAARA

NAHIN  USKE  SAATHI  KO  THAA  YE   GAVAARA

YAHAAN   PHOOT  NIKLAA  LAHOO KAA PHUHAARA

AE   PENGONG  TSO  TERAA  SUNDAR  KINAARA

 

TARAKKI   PASAND  DUNIYAN   KI  SAUGAAT  YE  HAI

VAHI   KHOOBSOORAT   SI   PENGONG  TSO   HAI

AMAN   CHEN  JAJBAAT  SAB  KHO  GAYE  HAIN

TUKRE  BHI  AB  ISKE  DO  HO  GAYE  HAIN

YE  ITNAA  HAI  MERA  VO   UTNA  TUMHAARA

 AE  PENGONG TSO  TERAA  SUNDAR  KINAARA

 

KISI  NE  NAA  TUJH  SE  KABHI  KUCH  BHI  POOCHA

TERE  DARD  KAA  NAA  KABHI  KUCH  BHI  SOCHA

TERAA  JISM  BAANTAA  GAYA  JIS  GHARI  TAB

ROYAA  THA  CHUPKE  SE  SAARA  NAZAARA

AE  PENGONGTSO  TERA  SUNDAR  KINAARA

Kabhi kabhi sochta tha, ki yehi Pengong Tso agar kahin aurhoti  to iske paas bhi log hote, mehfil lagti.Jo khushi mujhe mili hai vo kitne aur logon ko milti.

Pengong , tere paas khoobsoorti hai par kadradaan nahin hain, aur agar kadradaan jyaada ho gaye aur Lakes ki tareh to ye khoobsoorti nahin reh paayegi jyadaa din.   Sach hi to hai,

KABHI  KISI  KO  MUQAMMAL  JAHAAN  NAHIN  MILTA

 

APNE TO APNE HOTE HAIN

Reunions are great. Especially the family reunions. There is so much to talk, so much to complain, so much to laugh about and so much to brood over. This is no different. Almost every one is here,

Buaa bahut burhaa gayi hain.

Diabetes has taken its toll. Face gives away the fatigue. She connects more to our generation than the one she belongs to, that of our parents. She is the youngest daughter of DadaJi and the age difference in her and the eldest sibling was some 18 years or so. She is also one of the two still breathing from her generation, the other being Papa Ji. And since Papa Ji was not able to come, Bua or 'Khalaa Jaan' as I lovingly call her, has suddenly found her self to be the eldest and in a great dilemma because of the greatness thrust upon her. Trying to strike balance between the newly acquired senior citizenship status and the child in her, Khala has failed miserably to every one's great relief. Some people are simply not meant to grow old. Our Khalaa is one of them. Be it age or illness, you are our generation Khalaa, and you dare not cross over.

Babbu, Dabbu bhi hain. Bare ho gaye hain , mote bhi.

They retain their tremendous sense of humor. Specially Dabbu. He is a Zonal Manager of some Drug Company and quite senior in hierarchy but here he is what he has always been. A chubby creature cracking jokes and pulling the leg of every one in sight. His wife and Baby, our sister are two of his targets today. And every one is in splits.

Baby apni bitiyaa 'Fairy' ke saath aayi hai

Baby ; one of the only two sisters between us, seven brothers, has had a tough life. Although she looks exquisite, and carries her self with great style but her pain is evident. She has had a failed marriage. I pity the guy who had and lost her. After separation she has looked after both her children all by her self and has done so well. The daughter reflects the upbringing she has received. Baby is very dear to me. My love for a girlchild has its roots in my love for her. I was five years old staying with DadaJi while PapaJi was in NEFA ( Arunanchal Pradesh) and was the youngest in the house than. We didn't have a sister. And than one day when I came back from school; MaaJi ( our Dadi) introduced me to the newest member of the family born to Vidya Chachi. I just couldn't wait for her to grow up and play with me. She took ages to grow up but when she did, she filled a void in my life. She has been special to me. It pains to see her alone, fighting the battle of life, and it fills me with pride to see the strength she displays. She was named 'Seema' initially and one day I changed her name, to 'DeepShikha', just like that. Actually it was lot of hard work. I had to rewrite all the Labels on books and notebooks. Her daughter has shaped up as a fine young women, every bit her mothers daughter.

Anoop BhaiSahib hameshaa ki tarah ' Lost Case' ki tarah ghoom rahe hain.

We have all gathered for the marriage of Anil Bhai Sahib's son, 'Bittu'. Anil BhaiSahib, TauJi's son and Anoop Bhai Saahib's elder brother, is no more. He decided not to wake up on the very day our other sister 'Guddi' was to get married. Strange coincidence it was. Ashok Bhai Saahib, the eldest of our brothers had departed a year ago in a factory accident. And than Anil Bhai Saahib went and that completely broke TauJi and TaaiJi. They lost the will to live. Loosing two of the three sons within one year, both at the young age of about thirty five was too much to take. It was only a matter of time before they would pass away. Anoop Bhai Saahib too has done some thing to his 'heart' and refuses to get operated. He retains his carefree boyish charm and face, but he is now the eldest in our generation, and tries to behave accordingly. He too fails, like Khaala. He has two chubby daughters who some how come across as more mature and worldly wise than him. But he is a darling. He is the one who has made sure every one comes for the marriage.

Pankaj BhaiSahib NeeraJiji Paramjit bhai bhi pahunche hain

I have issues with them, the pain of being let down by some one who one placed lot of faith on, is very sharp, very piercing.

Waqt nikal jaata hai, baatein reh jaati hain

But they are here and we are all trying to pretend there are no issues. This pretence is getting to all of us. But we don't let the wounds bleed. Pain is on both sides. I know. May be there were reasons I am not aware of , may be. But today it is a happy occasion after ages in the family. We have all made deliberate efforts to come together. We are not letting any thing spoil the mood. Apne phir apne hote hain.

Ye kahaani to abhi shuru hui hai.

Ye kahaani lambi chalegi.

Ye kahaani phir sahi.

life in a joint family, offers little bit of every thing.
some happy moments, some painful ones, some laughters, some scars, some betrayals some sacrifices.

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTAA.