Dilemmas of today

दादू .... दादू अब मत कहना बेटा दादू नहीं दादा बोलना चाहिए। आप तो मुझे अकेला छोड़कर चले गए. अब ना मैं दादू ना दादा किसी को पुकार सकुंगी आपके जाने के बाद  कई दिनों तक लगता था की , आप गए ही नहीं कही ,जब में बाहर रहती थी तब लगता था की आप हमेशा की तरह घर पर मेरा इंतज़ार कर रहे हो। जब घर आती थी लगता था आप अस्पताल में मेरे लिए रुके हो. पता नहीं क्यों मेरा मन मानने को तैयार ही नहीं था की में   आपको कभी मिल ही नहीं पाऊँगी। जैसे जैसे दिन बीतते गए ,हफ़्ते बीतते गए,आज तीन महीने हो गए हे.. कुछ बातें थी बतानी कुछ जज़्बात थे जताने | पुरे हुए आज तीन महीने, ऐसे  ही बीत जायेंगे साल, पर दिल का वही रहेगा हाल पल पल मैं यादें उनकी मुझे रुलायेगी, एक वक़्त था जब यही यादें मुस्कान लायी थी। आज आँखों मैं नमी, बस उनकी है कमी, महसूस कर सकती हूँ उनकी बातें, बस सुन नहीं सकती। खुलीं आँखों से उनको देख  तो सकती हूँ, पर स्पर्श नहीं कर सकती। सुख दुःख मैं हमेशा उनकी याद रहेगी, सोनू बेटा कहने वाले दादा की, हमेशा लाड़ली रहेगी। .... DADA I MISS U Writer - Kashmira Dhoka

Dear Ex ,                 How are you? I hope all is fine. It has been many years that we last met. A lot has changed but I'm still the same. Only time has changed and you have changed. I'm still the same like I was earlier. Just I can't love anyone anymore, otherwise all is the same.     Those paths where we used to walk, hand-in-hand talking incessantly. Those golden sunset by the beaches with you by my side, those frequent visits to the pani-puri stalls...and endless memories. All are the same...though not you.    Remember? The thornless rose that you gave me... even today that withered flower is yet safe in my diary. That last letter you wrote to me, in which you promised that you will never leave me is still locked up in my cupboard, which I never try to find because I know, if I read, I'll definitely cry.    Don't worry, I don't weep in your memories but I have started writing tuti-futi poems. Even today when I walk down those lanes, where

(This is a letter to all the shy, introvert singles out there who find it difficult to express their feelings to their loved ones.) Dear friend,                    It's been a long time since I last wrote to you. I have been busy a lot with work, finally found some time. When we last met, you told me about your woes that you face while talking to the girl you love. I told you it's not that hard, ''Just do it," I said.    Dude, 'Its fine.' It's fine that you don't know how to start a conversation, it's fine that you find it hard to talk to a stranger, it's fine that you can't ask a girl out. 'Its fine'.    I know it's easy for you to express yourself on text messages rather than in person. It's not strange. Even I feel the same.    Don't think you don't have a soulmate just because no one calls you-baby, jaanu,ectera. Some one soon will.    Don't think you don't have some one to wake you up in the

         February 14, the celebration of love and affection is upon us. It is the day when individuals propose their would be’s and anticipate their response. Many become success stories, some turn into heartaches. Shops across the country are suddenly stacked with heart adorned cards, boxes of chocolates, bouquets of red roses and teddy bears with cutesy messages.  We are used to the Bollywood romance where Raj comes running to his Simran from Europe to Punjab or a Veer spends 20 years in jail to protect the dignity of Zara. But classic love stories have always been unsuccessful, Romeo-Juliet, Laila-Majnu, Heer-Ranjha,to name a few. Love is said to transcend boundaries of caste, religion and race. In today's day and age when these boundaries which should have been blurred and growing thicker each day.       Opposing inter-caste marriages and ‘Love Jihad’- the idea that Muslim men are trying to marry Hindu women and forcing them to convert to Islam has become a huge t

                 But, I'm not waiting for you. I remember, The day I first saw you, White top and blue faded jeans, Red lips and a strand of hair on your face. You came towards me and asked me for the class, I was mesmerised, I just pointed, couldn't speak a word. I was on cloud nine as we were in the same class. I remember, The first lecture, I was late and couldn't find a seat, You smiled at me and said 'Here’. Trying to impress you I paid complete attention and even answered a few questions, But mind you, You diverted my focus. I remember, Our first assignment, the angel-like teacher had paired us together, You were confident that you’d do great, I was nervous that I don't mess it up. I worked relentlessly, not to gain marks but to gain your admiration. We came with flying colours and then began our regular chats. I remember, The day I asked you out for a date, It was my birthday and I knew you had a gift for me. I cut the cake, blew