Giving makes us richer

My son is 4.5 yrs old now. I have many of his outfits which he has outgrown of.
While arranging some drawers, I found one such old but in reasonably good condition summer dress which was one of my favorite dress for him. It was bought when my son was 1.5 yrs old. I have many beautiful memories attached to that outfit. I wanted to keep such dresses forever.

But recently I had change of mind . Now I want to give these cloths to needy people.
While talking to my domestic help, I came to know she has a 2 yrs old son. Last week I gave that favorite outfit of my son to her. She just took it and left, not a word or expression of thanks from her.

The next morning when she came for cleaning my house, the first thing she told me, "didi, maine wo dress apne bete ko pehnayaa. Bahut sunder lag raha tha wo."
Her face glowing with happiness, love and satisfaction that a mother feels when she sees her kids happy. That said it all. It was worth giving that favorite outfit to her. Being a mother myself I totally could feel how pleased she was.

Thats the beauty and power of giving. Her happy face and chirpy voice kept me high for whole week and am still feeling great for doing this good deed.

zindagi ki talaash

कैसी थी वो ज़िंदगी जब छोटी-2 बाते बड़ी-2 खुशियाँ दे जाती थी.

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – जब मैं और तुम साथ बैठे एक-दूसरे की आँखो से मन का संगीत सुना करते थे….

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – जब तुमने मेरी 22वी सालगिरह पर स्व-रचित 22 कविताएँ गिफ्ट की थी…

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – वो शाम जब Bangalore के ring road पर santro में घूमते हुए तुमने कहा था ‘these are the best days of my life’

ज़िंदगी का मतलब – सर्जरी के बाद बेहोशी में भी मेरा तुम्हे तुम्हारे ‘pet’ name से बुलाना

Dilli ki garmi

Delhi is currently a furnace with mercury touching almost 42 degree C. Its so hot that one feel roasted specially around mid day 12:00 pm to 3:00 pm.

My son comes back from school at 1:15 pm. The AC school bus drops him just in front of my society building. Y’day I went to pick him up and on way back home, I saw a baby, barely 2-3 months old sleeping on the roadside pavement. It was sooooo freaking hot and such small baby wrapped in a thin sheet was lying under a tree shade. I got terrified and gave panic look to her mum who was sitting beside the baby with other two kids. I asked her “itne chhote bacche ki aise kyo litaya hai, bahut garmi hai, loo lag jayegi (Why have u made such small baby lying in such heat. She may get heat stroke)”
She gave me a puzzled and faint smile and said, “madamji, gareebon ke bachhe to aise hi palte hain.(Madam, kids of poor parents are raised like this only)”