VINAYANA'S WORLD

I have Heard so many time that we should Love those who love you. Care for those who care for you. I think that love and Care isn't a bargain system. I have also loved and cared for those who don't give me that compassion back. I think that you should be happy in yourself. Your happiness can't be depended on the other person. You should be contented in your self. Love yourself. Caring for some one, alone is hard. Sometimes when you become strong, it doesn't really matter!!😊

Wo kehte the Meri ungliyon me kuch chupa padha h, Wo kehte the mere hontho me kuch chupa padha h, Ghuth rhi thi tanhaiyon me saans late late, Wo kehte the mere dil me dard dabba padha h, Likhti toh kese haath kagz pe chalte nhi the, Kuch aasu se the Jo aankhon se baraste nhi the, Ek aag si thi dil me jo paani se bhujti nhi thi, Ek armaano ki jheel thi jo khwahishon me badalti nhi thi, Bas kuch dhoond rahi thi ab ja ek roshni ayi, Bhatak rahi thi jese dar dar ab ja ek roshni ayi, Kuch likhne ki jo aag h andar lagta h mujhko jalegi, Phir bhi uss raakh se jaise ek nayi kavita si bann jyegi.....😘

When they say You don't talk much, When they say You're a quite child, I walk around, With a deep study, I nudge not words But actions I don't talk much, But think Too much, I like to be in conversation, But not the part of conversation, I don't talk much, Eyes talks for me, I don't talk much, Behavior talks For me, I might feel bad, Of tongues and words, I might feel bad, Of Eyes and sights, I don't talk much, Eyes talks for me, I don't talk much, Behavior talks For me, I live my life, Like watching a television, I live my life, Like developing internal vision, I don't judge, Because who are I, I don't judge, Because I observe everything....

I tried, yes I tried, not to talk about disability in my blog. As my close friends and family told that I am more abled than anyone else. I realized this fact and diverted my mind to other topics. I wrote about various issues that matter to me and everyone around. I brainstormed and researched about topics that were common. The problem with common topics is that everything about it is already written. I thought I should have a perspective on everything. I was writing well, they said. Somewhere I felt that something was missing. I did introspect but I didn't get what was wrong with me. Today I was reading my old articles and something just clicked inside me. I was ignoring the call from a long while. I was born a writer, I had this creativity in my blood. My mom is a writer too. God made me specially abled because of a specific reason. He wanted me to take this mission that a disabled child can have a ocean in her mind. If disability hasn't left me, how can I leave my disab...

I saw some of his messages in my inbox, He wanted to be my friend and that rocks, I did asked him the most basic question.. that how do I know you, He said.. you are famous and through your articles.. I follow you, I thought okay this guy is just a normal fan, And I added him in my lists of friends, oh man!! Good morning, HII, How are you!!, He did it all, I thought that time my patience was on the call, When he said, I love you that was my last straw, I thought that stalking women online should be against the law, I tried to calm him down but blocking was my superman!!!💐 He saved my day as early as he can, You can't stop social networking.. because of some stupidsss online, I think that blocking is the only way to stop this in no time.....😊

Haan, darrti hu me, Raat ko akele bahar Jaane se, Haan, darrti hu me, Kisi ajnabi se baat krne se, Haan, darrti hu me, Apne liye ladne se, Haan, darti hu Me, Ek baar naa kehna se, Haan, darti hu me, Par jaane me apne aap se hi itna kyu darti hu, Par jaane me apne aap se hi kyu jhagdti hu, Duniya Hi toh hai humari isme darr ne wali baat kaha, Log Baatein hi toh karege isme darr ne wali baat kaha, Darr toh kalpana chawla ko bhi laga hoga chand par pahunch ne se pehle, Darr toh bechendri pal ko bhi laga hoga everest ki choti choone se pehle, Wese hi me bhi darrti thi iss duniya se par ab darr nahin lgta, Bharosa jab ho khud par toh iss duniya se  darr nahin lgta..

It was raining, when Kavita after doing all her household work sat down on the study table. It wasn't her's but belong to her husband. Kavita was married to Anurav, a writer by profession. He loved to write but couldn't because all he could think of rebellious thoughts about the British raj and he knew if it was published in the newspaper, he could be jailed. Kavita had been writing since a very long time, but without anyone knowing.  She felt that whatever she wrote is nothing compared to her husband's note. She wrote in paper slip which would be torn and put under the bed after it got completed.  Kavita lived in Bangal and her husband himself was a big zamindar in the village. Each day there would be tons of people in her drawing room asking for Seth Anurav ji. Her husband would meet each of the peasants and listened to their grief with patience. Amongst all this the only work she had was of making tea and snacks for the loads of peasants.  She had studied till he...