kahan tum chale gaye

This is one of my most favourite songs. But i rarely listen to it. I just don't have the courage.

chitthi na koi sandes, jaane wo kaunsa des
jahaan tum chale gaye
is dil pe lagaa ke thes, jaane wo kaunsa des
jahaan tum chale gaye
ek aah bhari hogi, hum ne na suni hogi
jaate jaate tum ne aawaaj to di hogi
har wakt yahi hai gam, us wakt kahan the hum, kahan tum chale gaye
har cheez pe ashkon se, likhaa hai tumhaaraa naam
ye raste ghar galeeyaan, tumhen kar na sake salaam
hai dil mein reh gayi baat, jaldi se chhudaakar haath kahan tum chale gaye
ab yaadon ke kaante, is dil mein chubhate hain
na dard thhaharataa hain, na aansoo rukte hain
tumhen dhoondh raha hai pyaar, hum kaise kare ikraar ke haan tum chale gaye


She was the sweetest, cutest and one of the best friends i've ever had. Being childhood friends, we knew eachother so well and our thoughts were so much similar that we would give the same reaction to any situation. Sometimes to the extent that we would almost speak out the same words at the same time.

Bubbly, charismatic, full of life. These were the words that described her best. She wanted to live life to the fullest. But life didn't give her a chance. She and her parents, our closest family friends, were victims of the 2001 earthquake.

I still remember that day, when we were searching wildly in the ruins, trying to listen to any sound or to catch a glimpse of someone caught beneath their shattered dream homes. But in vain.

Years have gone by. I've lost some things and gained some in all these years. But this is one loss neither me nor my family can ever overcome.

One complaint God!! y do u take away the best of the lot? Please don't. We need them more than u do.

ye kaun chitrakaar hai !!!!

It's kabini, near bangalore

View from the terrace of my home in a'bad

An evening in ahmedabad

Isn't it awesome?

God is The best painter

And yet.....

Something i had read way back in my college days..

I never gave u flowers,
No carnations, no red roses.
I never brought u candies,
or chocolates in pretty boxes.

I never called at odd hours,
To murmur sweet nothings.
I called u not pet names,
No 'dearest' nor 'honey' nor 'darling'.

I never took u for long drives,
Nor to movies or the theatres.
There never were any parties,
Filled with fun and laughter.

I sent u no cards or letters,
Filled with words so loving,
Nor any surprise gifts,
Wrapped up and sending out glitters.

There were no candlelight dinners,
Or romantic ruptured evenings.
No long walks on the beaches,
Nor a remarkable sunbathing.

And yet, I know, I love u,
Deep and with passion.
I know, I know that i love u,
In my own dear quiet fashion.