Tu Mane Ya Na Mane Dildara...Asan Te Tenu Rab Maneya...!!

Mohabbat aur Ibadat mein zyada farak nahi hota....hum rab se unke liye sukh shanti mangte hain..aur apne liye unko...!!

Dil

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya....
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya....
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya...
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya...
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya...
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai...
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai...
Yeh jo gehre sannaate hain...
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain...
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa...
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa...
Aankh teri bekaar hi namm hai...
Har pal ek naya mausam hai...
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai...
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai...

The first look

However old our relation grows, we always remember the first time we meet, in fact its the first look, the first exchange of glances that we always remember. I am no different, the memory of seeing him for the first time is still so fresh as if it was just yesterday.
Another excerpt from my life:

There he was tall, fair and handsome with those classy spectacles of his and a perfect smile. He looked almost like he did in his photographs. I noticed all this just in a flash when our eyes met for a brief moment before he got down from the train. He was almost leaning from the door. Wearing blue jeans and a simple black tee, he looked really smart and elegant. I was wearing a nice animal print dress with my high heels and just a black eye-liner with a dash of lip gloss. Still I was overdressed because normally one doesn’t find people dressed this way at a railway station, but I gave a damn. I wanted to look good because I was meeting him for the first time.

“Aise chalti train se koi kooda hai bhala tumhare liye ab tak” he said as he got off the train which had still not halted. I could not find words to reply him back; I could feel butterflies in my stomach as he also hugged me while saying so. I just smiled. He held my hand and pressed it softly as we started moving out towards the exit from the platform. 

Dua

Hum yeh nahi kehte ki koi aapke liye dua na mange...
Hum yeh nai kehte ki koi aapke liye dua na mange...
Hum bas itna kehte hain ki koi dua mein aapko na mange...!!

Cooking

Cooking can be a great fun when you really feel like doing it...and the best part about cooking becomes feeding it to someone you love...the kind of satisfaction a woman reaches upon feeding loved ones can only be understood by a woman i guess. Specially when you feed your kids or your husband/boyfriend, its an amazing high, one can forget her own hunger and just watching them with contentment fills our tummy. The expressions on their faces mean more than the food itself.
I love cooking for my son and then for my special someone. The special one lives far away to be fed daily..but I long to do it soon, when i can actually be with him and make food for him, so that he doesn't have to eat cold tasteless food when he returns from work which is cooked by a maid.
I wish god grants me this wish soon...!!

When I am with you..!!

When i am with u... my heart beats a little faster, my smile gets a little wider, my laugh gets a little louder, my hands get a little sweatier, my legs get a little shakier, my voice gets a little higher, and my life gets a little happier every moment i am with you..