Rishton Ka Roop Badalta Hai, Buniyaden Khatam Nahin Hoti
Khwabon Ki Aur UmangoKi, Miyaden Khatam Nahin Hoti
Ek Phool Mein Tera Roop Basa Ek Phool Mein Meri Jawaani Hai
Ek Chehra Teri Nishaani Hai, Ek Chehra meri nishani hai
Tujhko Mujhko Jeevan Amrit, Ab In Haathon Se Peena Hai
Inki Dhadkan Mein Basna Hai, Inki Saanson MeinJeena Hai
Tu Apni Adaen Baksh Inhen Maein Apni Wafaen Deta Hoon
Jo Apne Liye Sochi Thi Kabhi, WohSaari Duaen Deta Hoon
It’s September 4, and my sweet little Princess S turns seven today. I hope am getting the figure right (almost forgetting dates and years nowadays. The first sign of my fading youth!).
Really don’t know whether she actually got the books I got for her and teh senior S finally scribbled something readable in them for her. They say it’s a bad way to gift a book blank. How can I write to her though her tiny frame revolves in my mind and soul with every ticking hour. The simple reason being ... I DON’T EXIST FOR HER. But like G she too holds a special corner. I wonder if she remembers what she called a pigeon when she was 1 or so. Or the way she tried to divert her dad’s attention when she had almost dipped his electronic diary in water very innocently aiming to “clean” the over Rs 20,000 piece???? All this and much more about her makes me nurse my solitude quite often.
On her big day, I make a wish for myself. Hope to see her smiling face once before life puts a fullstop. Amen!
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