Wandering scribbler..

 Tum marksheet ke anko mei ho Ya dosto k ठट्ठे में हो Maazi ki yaado me ho Ya bhavishya ke sapno mei ho Prativadi morche mei ho Ya saal bharke kharche mei ho Gita, bible, quran mei ho Ya sache prem ki uran mei ho Raste ke bhuke bacho mei ho Ya rangin husn mei doobi mehfilo mei ho Bus aur train ke dhakke khate safar mei ho Ya roz ke kaam ki naakaami bhari thakawat mei ho Zindagi ke chote mote parajay mei ho Ya nirasha bhari khamoshi mei ho Tum hindu muslim isayi mei ho ya unke khoon ke pyaase atankwaadi mei ho Safed mei ho ya saanvle mei ho Ya unke beech ke gaade bhure mei ho Tum zameen mei ho ya aasmaan mei ho Ya chote 1 kamre mei basayi grihasthi mei ho Taaze khoon ke rang mei ho ya abhi bahayi huyi asthi mei ho Tum kis kis ki baato mei ho? Tum ansu ki boond mei ho Tum khud ki khoj mei ho Tum khud ki soch mei ho Tum aj aur kal mei ho Tum aadi ho aur anth mei ho

The third continuation of the fictional story : The beast called father. This is the 1st and 2nd chapter: 1st -  http://memoriesinrain.blogspot.in/2015/02/beast-called-father.html 2nd  -  http://memoriesinrain.blogspot.in/2015/02/amma-and-her-peacock-blue-sari.html Why does amma suffer so much? why can't she leave the beast?  Everyone in school has a father, who takes them to zoos and amusement parks. He tells them stories and brings gifts for them on their birthday. Why can't he have all that? He dint want to tell amma all this and hurt her, he looked up to the sky and wondered. The clouds were the only one he could trust.  The summer holidays were going on, he spent most of the time on the terrace. Amma used to get irritated by his behaviour sometimes, when he got late for lunch or breakfast. She never understood what he did the whole day on the terrace. Bablu the boy in the next house often came on his terrace to fly kites. Biplob hated Bablu who often asked hi