Narayani ki kalam se

 गहरी तो वो आंखे हैं,

जिनमें एक जहां दिखता हैं।

प्यास की तड़प 

तो सिर्फ पानी चाहें...

वर्ना एक दरिया हैं,

जो सिर के ऊपर भी तो बहता है।

--- नारायणी

Diwali 2020

 जिस त्योहार की रौनक में ईश्वर भी बैठ जाते है मूरत सी एक उम्मीद बन कर,

आइए हम भी साथ मिल कर रोशन करे हर चोखट के दीपक को।

Do shop from small venders to make their diwali... "A Happy Diwali"

---Narayani 

Story behind the picture....

*I was looking for some cute pair of "Ganesha and Lakshmi ji" and I saw a lady selling pairs of the same with lots of diyas and candles. 

I went to her. I can see her smiling from her veil. Her eyes are enough expressing to show her happiness.

I asked, "Aunty ji ye pair kitne ka hai...?"

She replied with pointing the pairs ," Beta ye 50 ke hai, or wo 40 ka hai, diye bhi hai or bade diye 10 ke hai".

I said ," are nahi nahi aunty sirf ganesh lakshmi ji chahiye".

"Haan haaan beta bolo konse pasand aaye", She asked.

"Ye wale de dijiye aunty ji", I replied with pointing the cutest pair there.

Aur Haan ek wo bda diya bhi de dijiye, I added.

"Bete or kuchh", She asked.

"Nahi aunty ji.. bas", I said to end the conversation.

I just took out my phone from my pocket and asked her for a pic of her stall and I clicked one with her and showed her.

"Haan, beta bahut achhi photu aayi", She said with a smiling face.

"Are aunty ji bahut achhe diye hai bohot pyare Lakshmi Ganesh ji hai" , I said.

"Haan bete mehnat ta laagye hai, subh subh tension me bina khana khaye aaja hu kahi bikri na ho jae, kahi gaahak na chle jae, aur gaahak bhi aave hai ar tees lgalo ji , bees lgalo ji kiye ja hai, eeb haamne apne..." she stoped and stretched her hand to show me the bigger idols. But it was clear that she's feeling awkward.

"Are aunty ji hum logon ki diwali to aap hi se hai, bina diyon k, bina Lakshmi Ganesh ji ke diwali thori hoti hai", I said reflecting hopes in my words.

"Haan bete, mhari diwali bhi aapse hi hoti h, hmne bhi apne gharaan mein bhi diwali manaani, do chaar peese aajan mhari bhi diwali man ja", she said in a meek way.

"Ji aunty ji, Happy Diwali", I said.

"Happy diwali beta, Happy diwali, khush raho", She said with a smiling face.

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Let's say no to crackers and bargaining to street vendors but a big YES to 'Mitti ke diye' to make someone's Diwali more special ❤️

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#happydiwali

Give a break to life n read it to enjoy the flames in uh...

A spoonful lust.

‘Moma, I’m so tired. I want to come back home and live with you… like old days,’ I pay my fare and step out of the cab.

‘Oh, honey! Your Papa and I also miss you all the time…’ her words make me feel gloomy until she adds ‘… but my child, now you have responsibilities for your own family and husband too.’

I wave my hand to the kids playing in the park while walking; ‘Hmmm… Husband!’ I inhale a deep breath before saying, ‘Well, I have reached home. Talk to you later. Have to cook, before Inder reaches.’

I disconnect the call and amble towards the apartment while keeping the mobile in the handbag; thinking about the argument I had with him this morning that could be avoided with ease if I would stay calm. He is trying all his ways to make me happy like movies, outings, trips, dinners everything that a calm and well-sorted man can do to please his wife. Still, I don’t know why I keep comparing him with my ex-boyfriends. He, no doubt stands out as the best husband but, I feel a void unfilled in this 5 months’ wedding. Being in a spoilt company, liquors and hookah, hardcore, and doing dirty things to every extent had turned to an addiction for me, and now living with a guy, who wears formal even on weekends, who brushes his teeth even before the morning kisses, and who never touched the alcohol… makes me feel like too much prosy. He is too decent, had no sex life before marriage, too much slow, and also I think… he doesn’t want to understand this.

I insert the key in the keyhole and try to rotate the key that doesn’t work. I take a breath and again insert the key, put all my efforts to unlock the door but the door opens by itself. I remove my shoes and while putting it in the rack near the door only, his shoes make me realize my stupidity.

‘You came home… so early. All okay?’ I ask and step in and find him wearing some pale blue colored loose cotton boxers and… nothing else! ‘I put all your half sleeved shirts in the sideway block of the wardrobe. Let me, get you one,’ I lock the door and move to get in but he is standing still at his position and gazing me. I move my brows and hand to ask him for the side but he stands still until I touched his forehead to check if he had a fever or some other health issue. He holds my hand approaching his face with a grip and kisses my fingers gently. I coy like some teen and correct the strands of my hairs that are no less than a mess. He moves closer to my ear, I can feel his warm breath on my skin; he whispers, ‘sit down on your knees.’

‘Aeh!’ only sound I make. I lift on my toes to see if everything is fine in the kitchen or prayer room.

‘Inder! Why are you not letting me walk in?’ I choose this one to start my questioning.

‘I want to spice up your life today,’ he corrects his glasses by lifting it from the nose with the middle finger. His hooded eyes have some spark and gestures are so confident to surprise me. I gaze at him with heavy eyes imbibing the mood of the atmosphere. He extends his hand towards me and I immediately put mine in his soft palm, he curled his long fingers and made it to reach his chest. I touch his skin beneath the small and soft body hair. ‘Put down your bag and kneel,’ he says in a soft voice looking into my eyes.

I drop my bags and knee down on the floor keeping my eyes on him and my palm traveling his body from chest to reach the thighs passing through the waist, navel, and his groin. The very first time, hairs on his body are enticing me to touch and kiss. His bulge from the boxers is luring me like some candy to a school going.

‘Am I gonna have a hard day?’ I ask, stressing on the word hard. He turns and starts walking into the gallery to the lobby area. He squats down on his toes facing me from a distance. ‘Come here…,’ he says with a gracious smile. I am putting my hand on the floor to stand till he asks with raised brows, ‘Did I ask you to stand?’ he paused, running his fingers through his hair. His smile was so fascinating. I notice a tiny dimple under his lips to right and that makes his smile much more beautiful. I started crawling towards him staring at his foot tapping the floor.

‘Ouch!’…Something whips me at my butt. 

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