Power of Simple Changes (Anniversary Special)


Sixth is good from any international standard. Indian standard will endorse it on 25th and 50th.. at silver jubilee or golden jubilee. Nevertheless, mine is 6th today, the 6th anniversary of marriage. In one of my posts ‘Unconditional Love’, I discussed ideal, spiritual form of love, which is more motherly in nature. Then ‘Which CategoryContinue reading “Power of Simple Changes (Anniversary Special)”

When Angel of My Life Arrived


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”

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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.

Last Man Standing


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”

Rain Rain Don’t Go Away


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”

Wo Todti Patthar


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”