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Main mati ka putla hoon...
Tune phunki jaan...!!
Mera mujh mein sab tera Hai...
Tu meri pehchaan...!!
Tu rag-rag mein bahe mere mann-basiya...
Rangrasiya tere rang mein...
Rang-rang gayi , rang gayi main..
Rangrasiya...
Rang gayi Rangrasiya...!!
Tune phunki jaan...!!
Mera mujh mein sab tera Hai...
Tu meri pehchaan...!!
Tu rag-rag mein bahe mere mann-basiya...
Rangrasiya tere rang mein...
Rang-rang gayi , rang gayi main..
Rangrasiya...
Rang gayi Rangrasiya...!!
It was just the beginning of realization for Rudra...
after Paro came into his life, he was finally beginning to feel that special feeling... was this what was called love??
For Rudra who was devoid of all love in his life, Paro came as a breath of fresh air.
A little shy, a bit hesitant, that day, when Paro placed that peck on his cheek to thank him, Rudra in turn wanted to thank his luck for the gift of Paro in his life.
But when Paro was snatched from him that fateful night, Rudra was devastated. And rightfully so. He had lost the one person who brought him back to life.
Destiny has her own plans and she plays them with perfection. 7 years later, Myrah breezed into Rudra's life... Myrah, who looked exactly like his Paro.
And after the initial arguments and war of words, destiny is now playing her final cards. The day Rudra saved her from kidnappers,
Myrah realized how safe she felt with Rudra around...but, Rudra...?? Why he was so concerned for her...??
Myrah realized, for the first time perhaps, what she felt for Rudra, was maybe, Love... something she was taking so casually till now.
Rudra was stunned by this one act of Myrah's. It reminded him, perhaps of his Paro..
Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I am not there...
I do not sleep...
I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain...
when you awaken in the morning's hush..
I am the swift uplifting rush of
quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night...
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.I did not die.
- by, Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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after Paro came into his life, he was finally beginning to feel that special feeling... was this what was called love??
For Rudra who was devoid of all love in his life, Paro came as a breath of fresh air.
A little shy, a bit hesitant, that day, when Paro placed that peck on his cheek to thank him, Rudra in turn wanted to thank his luck for the gift of Paro in his life.But when Paro was snatched from him that fateful night, Rudra was devastated. And rightfully so. He had lost the one person who brought him back to life.
Destiny has her own plans and she plays them with perfection. 7 years later, Myrah breezed into Rudra's life... Myrah, who looked exactly like his Paro.
And after the initial arguments and war of words, destiny is now playing her final cards. The day Rudra saved her from kidnappers,
Myrah realized how safe she felt with Rudra around...but, Rudra...?? Why he was so concerned for her...??
Myrah realized, for the first time perhaps, what she felt for Rudra, was maybe, Love... something she was taking so casually till now.
Rudra was stunned by this one act of Myrah's. It reminded him, perhaps of his Paro..Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I am not there...
I do not sleep...
I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain...
when you awaken in the morning's hush..
I am the swift uplifting rush of
quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night...
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.I did not die.
- by, Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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