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"I Accuse..." by Jarnail Singh, with Foreward from one of my favourite authors of all the time Khushwant singh. (Iam just obsessed with his writing.)   This is all about how 1984 riots started and how the community got badly affected and the aftermath. The black days as I call them...   While I was reading this book, I could easily picturize the anecdotes, the loot scenes, the scenes which shows the atrocities done on the community. Why so, one may ask cause these were those black days and nights during which my family also struggled to save their religious beliefs, their business, family members especially the men.   I was merely 4 years then but my grandmother use to share the stories so as the other elders in the family. Even if the names in the book are different from those of my known people but the stories are just the same. I saw their faces while going through the pages, i saw our oldest house and the community area where the elders use to sit and gossip and play and

This women's day let’s talk about the Men in your life. Let us acknowledge their presence around us.  Am I a complete woman? I ask myself sitting alone one day in my room under the dim light of my lantern, the only light which helps me spark my writing, my instincts, and let my words come out on paper.  What is a complete woman?  For ages, this question is there but in every era, every generation has its own answer. Some say a complete woman is one who is married, has kids, is a good homemaker, a dedicated wife, and daughter-in-law, a loving and caring mother, daughter, sister, etc...All at once.  Come to another generation they say a woman is one who is independent in her thoughts, speaks her mind, does what she feels, travels solo, owns million dollar company alone, takes care of the family, even if have kids they are also well taken care of. What is that woman has the power of balancing work and personal life; keeping everyone happy in the course of life?  Go to the

  When both of us are desperately waiting for the day and longing for the time to be together. When we surrender in each other That is the most beautiful time. The wait to pass through the long waiting time; in the long distance is one good and bad thing but That is the most beautiful time. A time where you think about him every single breath you take, every time you blink and more than the pores in your body. That is the most beautiful time. Today I am missing you more than yesterday and tomorrow Thinking about you is one thing I do 24 hours a day in a row. That is the most beautiful time. I wait for the time when I am with you, next to you and loving you and taking care of you. and then I can say it aloud That is the most beautiful time. When I am with my teddy bear My Love 💗 written by me on May 02nd 2021

A new day has begun with fresh sunlight everywhere, But here we are the same old us, With the same old passion and love for the nature around us.   I must admit one thing every second,  every moment we spent together, gave me a divine pleasure of becoming one with you.   I find it like a light in the invisible part of my life, A light which shows you how worth you are to live your life. A light which gives you blessings for a new day,  new moments of togetherness and good health.   Thanking you from the bottom of my heart to share a part of you with me.   Be as calm, poised, composed as you are always. Cause I Adore You, Love You and always will.    

  Rick Sarkar    The ringtone of your phone The style of your speaking Your smiling sleepy face Your drunkard kinda voice Will always be remembered   The slangs and jargons you use The online demos you took The initiatives you initiated The ideas you shared Your intelligent and jugaadu mind Will always be remembered.   The first call we had The last chat we had both ended with a smile   Your 'never say no' attitude Your 'I will do it mam' attitude Your mai abhi ispe baitha hu Your zoom link bhej du mam Will always be remembered   Your friendship, love and care for everyone Your struggles for life Your sensitive and emotional poems Your encouraging words Will always be remembered   "Meri to aaj fir lag gayi mam..." "mai report bhejna bhool gaya" "Maine page pe changes kar diye hai... App ek baar dekh lo na please" Who will say all this to me now?    Who will message me "Hi Mam" every morning and discuss about the days work? Who wil

Let me hold you close to me, Let me hold you tight. So tight and close that even air could not pass.   Your hairs entangled in my fingers listening to our breathing up and down fast and fast giving you soft kisses on your ear lobe one at a time with caressing your intense eyes with  my lips.   Reaching down to your baby pink lips slowly touched with mine trying to play with the lower lip, followed with the upper one eating them one by one, squeezing inside my mouth covered with the saliva all over, kissing you hard and deep inside. While our hug tightens, I reached to your well shaped and firm shoulders  unbuttoning your shirt, where I can see hairs all over your white skin  peeping out to me and tempting me to kiss you hard may be leaving a mark on your neck. Going beyond I reach to your chest and  feel your erect nipples coming out to me my lips played with them one by one each inviting me for more as I dig into them and hear your heart pumping loud and louder than any other voice in