I saw this in an old movie. There is a ranger, sitting in shooting position on a woolen loft, furiously waiting for a wild tiger to come to his target. The ranger is well dressed up, in military like uniform with khaki look. He is belted with adequate bullets and with a riffle filled for oneContinue reading “Some Gyan”
Today I came home little early when I saw Prisha sitting over Shweta’s lap and staring at me.Her eyebrows suggested that she is surprised but still trying to recognize. It take a fraction of second when she gives a full smile, with a modest shy and with a crow’s-feet. This time too, it was same.Continue reading “Full Smile”
I get my deepest sleep in earliest part of morning. In similar time of that morning, Shweta touched my feet to wake me up with a concern and fear on her face. For a fraction of second I could not understand anything. In another fraction of second all the concern on her pregnancy ran throughContinue reading “When Angel of My Life Arrived”
Prisha is my angel came in my life beginning of this year. This blog is Shweta’s idea. We are experiencing new world, new feelings and altogether new experience. This blog is Prisha’s, her activities, her fun and about all her first experiences, so ours.
I was enjoying Ranjan’s brand new Armada Grand on Grand Trunk road while going from Aurangabad (Bihar) to Sasaram during early monsoon in year 2000. Ranjan, one of my dealers in south-west Bihar, was on the driver seat. G T Road is busy for more than four centuries now. It becomes even busier in BiharContinue reading “Last Man Standing”
This monsoon is punctual with the sound of big drops falling on still water and with temporary bubbles just diminishing over surface around. A different meaning to everyone, this rain says something. A farmer waiting for his prosperity in waiting, this rain is another hope. A Mumbaikar, travelling, juggling and wasting time in random butContinue reading “Rain Rain Don’t Go Away”
While surfing through web, I came across one of the best poetries of Suryakant Tripathi Nirala’s “ Wo Todti Patthar”. A poet, who was well aware of hardship of life, explains same of a labor woman working on roads of Allahabad in peak summer. It forced me to say something related with all of us.Continue reading “Wo Todti Patthar”
Little inspired to focus on my hobby : writing; redesigning the domain to feel a fresh start. Santoshsrivastava.com is now mine