You raised a whole generation with love, care and compassion. The gestures, thoughts and traits you showered are manifested in our being. We cherish the moments spent together. Unforgettable are those playful teasings, cooking, eating and laughter together. Still trying to gather the will power you managed. Pain or sickness, you took it all in a power-packed stride. My buddies and me often recall your spicy yet sweet meals. Those were the special tiny bytes engraved in the wires of my complex mind. Like no other granny, you were the bold and the beautiful, that made us all proud. Penning down my utter rememberance for you granny, my Bari Mummy.
The books that I read in my college and school days offered knowledge. We could dive deep into the subject of matter. No shortcuts ever. Even the maths and physics calculations, formulations were too long yet they followed systematic routes. Nowadays while trying to acquire an ocean of information through internet, we face the tiny streams of shortcuts. The easy, quick pointers, tempting words and pictures, glamorous tips and magical formulas that are addictive. Good old books have lost their legitimate space. Making genuine efforts to revive the time that our books deserve is the call for the day. Let the knowledge seep in slowly and steadily through the folds of paper that smell like earth.
भाषा को चाहिए शुभकामनाएं भरपूर, जब बोली ही हो जाए काम चलाऊ, जब नन्ही सी emoji कह दे सारे दिल का हाल, जब हाथ की अंगुलियां ही जता दें खुशी, गम और गुबार, सच है भाषा डोल रही, हांफ रही, बचा रही अपनी पहचान, जब कहने को बहुत कुछ नहीं, क्यूँ करे कोइ पढ़ने, सुनने का भी प्रयास, हाँ, वो भाषा ही थी जो करा देती सबका मेल मिलाप, जब आया दौर दूरीयो का, सिकुड़ गए बोल और घट गई शब्दों की कतार।
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