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My interpretation of some memories
This is the first image of Bhagat Singh I saw in my Class 7th Social studies text book.
My interpretation of some memories
My bicycle ride to Army School every morning, in Mhow, Madhya Pradesh.
My sketches- 2
NID's BBC at 7:00 am- pen on paper. I had put my clothes for washing in the washing machine under B hostel. I had nothing else to do. So, I did this.
AASMA KA JAWAB
Daud ke bhaagi hain sab, Wo behri, painee awazein, Wo ghayal kar deni wali gati, Kisi Anjani ore badhta ye kaafila… Har raah par ek chaah, Aur har chaah par ek prati-spardha. Har pratispardha, mein ek vijeta aur anek parajit. Sar utha kar mann aasma se poochta hai, ‘Kaisi chah? Kaisi spardha?’ Aasma kehta, Pehle na thi aisi chah, na aisi pratispardha, Par phir bhi the anek vijeta. Kisi anjani ore badhta ye kafila… Na soch, na samajh, Na Sabr, na na such, Na sehensheelta, na muskurahat, Bas haar, ya jeey. Par kaisi jeet? Kiski jeet? Kaisi haar? Kiski haar? Aankhen oonchi kar, aasma mein THEHRAAV aur shanty ko dekh, Ji khush hota hai. Aasma muskurakar kaehta, Ek waqt tha, Jab dharti par bhi, Ye sab hota tha. Ek waqt tha… Kisi anjani ore badhta ye kaafila…
It's simple!
The world, a whirlpool of emotions, And an ocean of expectations. When I open my eyes to decipher the simple codes, The complexity of the world takes everything away. When simple and happy curves can solve things, Why do they use tough straight lines to complicate problems? I say, ‘Look at the stars, they’re beautiful!’ But every time, they stop looking after the clouds. They reply, ‘the clouds are too dense for them, VISIBILITY is hampered.’ Thinking simple has become so tough.