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Train excerpts: कुछ खट्टी कुछ मीठी यादें

Train excerpts

My college friend, Amarinder Arora recently posted this on facebook.

"Recently, while travelling in the sleeper class coach of a train, I overheard this old man humming the following to (and for) his wife-
"फूल सी झलक एक दिखलादे मुझको
दिल मेरा खुलके झूमे,
कुछ खट्टी कुछ मीठी यादें,
सब मॅन में पिरो के सो लूँ"

One photograph  instantaneously came in my mind,





























I was once traveling from Bhopal to Delhi in Bhopal express. This journey was different. This time I was alone, no collegemate along. I woke up early. The sun was rising, spreading straight golden light parallel to the horizon. I saw this old lady sleeping. Her husband was awake and was just staring at her. His eyes were reflecting the sense of love and compassion he had for her.It looked as if he was remembering all the good time he had spent with her and how lucky he was to have her, and how he never wanted to lose her. I took out my camera, asked him if I could take a picture of her. He nodded and went back to his thoughts.
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Incognita said…
This post is so affirming!
August 22, 2015 at 7:24 PM
AA said…
Oh! :')
This is something really quite similar.:)
August 23, 2015 at 10:35 AM
Nipun Prabhakar said…
Yes it is, so soothing .
September 30, 2015 at 4:15 AM
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