Aa chal ke tujhe main le ke chalu, Ek aise gagan ke tale Jahan ghum bhee na ho aansu bhee na ho Bas pyar hee pyar pale
(Come, let me take you to another land, under a different sky, Where there's no sadness, no tears, Only love reigns)
Day 7 is a late entry, probably because I was so immersed in Kota Factory (web series on YouTube) that I binged two episodes and dropped off to sleep.
But yesterday was a very happening day, if not physically, but for my thoughts. And yesterday was all about hope.
Mr Magician, me and durriza, we decided that the theme for our Magazine Edition #2 will be the celebration of Hope and also will revolve around the theme of lights, basically Diwali. So brainstorming over that and trying a hand at graphics took a large part of my time.
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Fun fact: Mr Magician thought I had gathered these images from the Internet. I'm so glad he said 'wow'. All that we amateur photographers wish for is a 'wow' of appreciation.
So, man happened amd fun happened but besides that another bunch of thoughts happened too. A close friend of mine confessed that she has feelings for someone amd it's mutual amd again I was back in the same whirlwind of emotions, memories and uncertainties.
India, is NOT FREE TO LOVE. I always say. Relogions, cultures, traditions, castes, distances and what not? Everything seems to be against two people having feelings for each other and wanting to settle in life. If you have the guts to talk to your parents and be a rebel, there's a chance that it might happen. Else be prepared to be packed off to a complete stranger as soon as you reach a certain age and that's what happens.
I don't know if I could give her any sound advices but I advised her to start writing again, to escape from the flood of thoughts. It's been two years since she wrote anything and it hurts me to see her give up on something she loved, on something that brought us together in the first place.
Anyway, fretting, thinking, binge watching and designing, my self help night arrived. The sticky maggi and eggs. Though the eggs were cooked perfect, I hated the noodles. But in life, we don't get a hell lot of choices. We have to find our happiness in the limited ones offered to us. For me it's the sticky noodles 🍜
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I could say the day went uneventful and let me see sparks of hope which brings me to today's song
A Chal Ke Tujhe By Kishore Kumar
Suraj kee pehlee kiran sey, Aasha kaa sawera jage Suraj kee pehlee kiran sey, Aasha kaa sawera jage Chanda kee kiran sey dhul kar, Ghanghor andhera bhage Chanda kee kiran sey dhul kar, Ghanghor andhera bhage Kabhee dhup khile kabhee chhav mile, Lambee se dagar naa khale Jahan ghum bhee naa ho aansu bhee naa ho, Bas pyar hee pyar pale Ek aise gagan ke tale...
(The first rays of the sun comes with the dawn of hope The darkness gets washed away, By the pale moonlight Sometimes its light, Sometimes its shadows Ths hopes play in and out)
~~~~~~~~~ ONE WEEK DONE! ONE MORE TO GO AND ISOLATION ISN'T WINNING. I AM!
