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घर जहाँ सुकून है। घर, जो सिर्फ़ छत दीवारों का ढाँचा नहीं है आत्मियता से सीन्चा हुआ वो पौधा है जो समय के साथ एक वट वृक्ष बन जाता है जिसकी छाँव में धूप की तीव्रता का अहसास भी नहीं होता वो घर जिसकी नींव में प्यार और विश्वास है जिसके दरवाज़े हमेशा बाँहें फैलाए तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करते हैं घर, जिसके रोम रोम में यादों की महक है वो घर जो अपना है जिसे ईंट दर ईंट गढ़ा है तुमने जिसकी रँगाई पुताई में जीवन के सारे रंग उकेर दिये हैं तुमने करीने से सजाया है जिसे तुम कहीं भी जाओ लौट कर वापस आओगे यहीं, तुम्हारी थकन मिटेगी यहीं, चैन की नींद आएगी यहीं। वो घर जो रौशन है तुम्हारे सपनों से, उम्मीदों से! वो घर जहाँ आत्मा बस्ती है तुम्हारी, दिल धड़कता है जहाँ। घर जो तुम्हारी आदत है, तुम्हारे अनगिनत जज़बातों का जमघट है वो घर वो घर होना चाहती हूँ मैं तुम्हारा।। -शिखा गुलिया
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The letter

In this age of whatsapp texts which are just a 'bing' away or the time when the act of writing a letter is almost rudimentary and very rare with quite a chance of the humble "emotion carrier on paper" to be the next in line after the telegram and postcard, i took to writing one. Trust me it is so overwhelming a feeling to do so. I had always wanted to do it and it would have very well stayed a longing had i not touched upon it in a conversation with a friend staying in a hostel far away. I told him how much i had wanted to write to someone someday and the very next moment he was like "why don't you write to me?" and i went (with the broadest possible smile on my face) "great! text me your postal address and get the days counting!!" I just couldn't wait and there i was , right in front of the post office the very next day(i never knew it was minutes away from my college!) It was my first time. I had never been to a post office before, cal...
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An open letter to my future lover

Hi future lover ( a.k.a potential husband? well, people are already getting married!!) . Wherever on the globe you are right now, hope you're doing well. Considering the average number of people i come across each day (the metro is oh so crowded!), there might well be a possibility that we've already crossed paths! (Cheers?) We might even be acquaintances or say friends but looks like cupid dearest is all booked ( the valentine's week for now ) or in my case, might even be honing his skills since he keeps hitting the wrong guys all the time. I am writing this to discuss a few important things. First of all, i want you to know that being an old school romantic in a hook up culture is a special kind of hell. "What's up (read wrong) with all these people?" Yes, that's exactly how i feel. People rush. They're in so much hurry for no reason at all. "Come on peeps! Take a moment!" I want us to go slow at it, real slow, build it brick by brick. I ...
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