THE RATHORE BHAWAN - Qasoor Mohabbat Ka

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The grey clouds have covered the sky . There are faint sounds of trees rustling and winds tapping on the windows of The Rathore Bhawan seeking the permission to enter as if to take away all the dust of the past with its force..

Hum jante hain ap naraz hai...Par samne to aiye hume apse baat krni hai ....achha lijiye kan pakad lete hai..

Baba sa ap samjhaiye na inhe....ya aap bhi humesha ki tarah yahi kahenge ki " Apki Maa sa humari sunti hi kahan hai "

The clouds scattered and the moon started to luminate the sky and the dimly lit study room of THE RAGAHAV RAJ SINGH RATHORE

Hume pata tha ap humse zyada der naraz reh hi nahi sakti ...hum kshama
Chahte hain...par kaam mai itne uljhe huye the ki samay hi nahi mila..agli baar pakka der nahi hogi

Haan Haan khana jeem lete hai...Bas thoda ya thoda zyada late ho jate hai

The chilly breeze started flowing with greater intensity causing the windows to shudder

Haan matlab kabhi kabhi chhot jata hai ...pr hum jaan boojhkar nahi chhodte hai...bhool jate hai hum..agli baar se nahi bhoolenge...

Dadisa swastha hai...apko yaad krti hai or kuch chintit bhi pratit hoti hai par hume batati nahi..

Kakosa (uncle)vo to jaise kakosa rahe hi nahi ...jinki hasi poore Rathore Bhawan mai goonjti rehti thi ..unki ab awaz sunne ko bhi is bhawan ki deeware tarasati hai ...vo bhi apko bohot smaran karte hai or kakisa ko bhi....hume jatate nahi hai par unki aankhon ka soonapan or chehre ki mayusi saaf nazar ati hai

Drizzling of water from the grey clouds created a beautiful symphony of nature

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Vo MP ban chuke hai , badi badi zimmedaariyaan sambhalne lage hai , bohat mehanat karte hai , kaam mai itne uljhe rehte hai apna bilkul khayal nahi rakhte.... Aajkal ghar mai dikhte hi nahi hai ...late ate hai jaldi chale jate hai ....

.....unhe dekhkar esa pratit hota hai jaise hum inse kabhi mile hi na ho ..jaise jo vyakti humare samne khada hai use saalon se jan ne ke baad bhi hum nahi jante ...humse abhi bhi gussa hai .. baat nahi karte , nazare churate hai , humare saath table par khana nahi khate , or aaj ....aaj bhi vo nahi aye ..hume laga tha vo vo mojud honge par vo nahi the...bohat zyada naraz hai vo...or shyd ab agar hum jeevan bhar bhi prayas karle to unhe mana nahi paaenge....

Par isme unki koi galti nahi hai...hum aaj tak nahi samajh paye ki galti kiski hai ? kis paap ki saza di gayi hume or humare bhai ko...humare kakosa ko ...humari dadisa ko ...apko ??
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Ye sab chhodiye apko pata hai kal humne kitni badi deal ....

The sudden cloudburst poured heavily on The Rathore Bhawan as if crying for its fate or to wash all the stains of past - for a new fresh beginning.