My apologies for being gayab and not responding to the warm welcome accorded to me cause the place I am posted internet is still an issue even in today's times...So can be online only when Internet-Bhagwanji is available...
Well below is my big THANK YOU to all of the wonderful members of this forum who whole-heartedly welcomed me even though I was an odd one out...
Of course the SHUKRANA had to be in my andaaz...Hope you all like it and also it answers the curious case of Ria..
Ek hadsa rangon se dur le jaarahi thi,
Jo kabhi nahi toot thi, dheere dheere bikhar rahi thi,
Jise sab ne roshni naam diya, woh andheron mein kahin kho rahi thi,
Muskano ki wajah aaj khud ashqo mein dubi jaarahi thi,
Kagazi imtihano mein hamesha awwal aane wali, aaj zindagi ke kasauti se haar maan rahi thi...
Phir ek din moajaza ki tarah alfaazo ke kuch boonden mein aaina dikha,
Maut dastak derahi thi,phir bhi mohtarma mein ibtada-e-zindagi thi,
Kabhi kabhi zarurat hoti hain jis sahare ki,woh afsaana wohi ban gayi,
Himmat mili dubara rangon se judne ki...Roshni ka haath dubara thaamne ki...
Afsaano ke is mele mein dubara mere aks se mulaqat hui,
Aye dost shayad kabhi mulaqat naa ho,
Is shairana nazrane ke alawa mere paas koi auur tohfa bhi nahi.
Roshni auur muskan hamesha saath rahe teri, dil se yehi dua niklegi,
(PS: The word "dost" is meant for all the wonderful writers weaving magic with their words)...
Two months after Dad's demise when the feeling started sinking in,depression started rearing its head and being from a small town where mention of psychiatrist means you have lost your sanity(in literal sense),I had no one to turn to for help.
I knew no external help was not available.I knew depression is a state of mind.I also knew I could fight it.But I guess everyone needs some help.And for me that help came in the form of a story...
An accidental swipe on my smartphone took me to the first chapter of a story where the female protagonist was falling down in a deep abyss with mixed emotions running on her mind.She had a hope for life while falling off a cliff to sure death...There was an instant connect.As if by divine intervention I landed up on another story where the male protagonist was having a conversation about importance of life with his dead grandfather amidst white clouds...Then I came across this treasure trove which helped me fight back...helped me stand by my own principle which is mentioned in my signature...
THANKS cannot express my gratitude for this alfaazo ke shabnaam(Sorry my andaaz always tends to sneek in)...I may never meet any of you in person,but will always wish happiness for all the wonderful writers here from the depth of my heart...Thanks for not letting Ria falter...Hope this explains the curious case of Ria.
While falling OVER THE EDGE,an UNANTICIPATED MOVE made me fall ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE with this treasure trove of stories which made LETTING IT GO so doable.I thought i was MISS MISMATCHED or probably people would ask me HUM AAPKE HAIN KAUN.But EXPECTEDLY UNEXPECTED was the warm welcome.Hope this is a SUHANA SAFAR ALWAYS n FOREVER(Sorry can not accomodate all the names)...