Kriya Mehta

Woh sar pe sabke kaal sa mandraya, usne sabke maut ke dar ko jagaya. Jung chhedi usne bhishann si, aam logon ke bhes mein kaiyon ko farishton se badhkar dikhaya. Vishwa bhar mein kolahal macha tha, social distancing hi ek raasta bacha tha. Corona virus jaisi mahamari ne aise baaziyan palti, jo kisi ne sapne mein nahi socha tha. Shayad kisike saath pehli baar hua hoga, ke boss ne kaam pe aane se mana kar diya, aur shayad kisiko saalon mein pehli baar pehle wala ravivaar laga hoga. Jo log abroad ki taareef kar usmein basne ke sapne saja rahe the, unhi ki thaliyon par aaj desh ki jai jaikaar thi. Keto diet ke deenge haanknewale aaj maa ke haath ke rajma-chawal ka lutf utha rahe the. Koi saalon baad kitchen mein apne haathon se apnon ke liye khana bana raha tha. Jise padhne se chid hoti thi, aaj woh bhi William Shakespeare ki kitabein padh raha tha. Files ke beech rehne wale ne bhi aaj kayi saalon baad paint brush utha hi liya. Rock music ka shaukeen, aaj caarvan pe kishore da ke ...

Sai...her name itself has immense purity. She is a statue of simplicity…she is the symbol of serenity…she has the smile of salad days…she is as scarce as hen’s teeth…her eyes are sharp as a tack…her beauty has the power to smash anyone to smithereens…she is the sign of sincerity…she is as soothing as the skies…she is the sea of sheening liquid gold…the sun’s rays reflect in her eyes…she wears the shades of life like a scarf…She’s my Saagar Jaisi Ankhonwali… I’ve seen Sai since dog’s years and always admired her hard work as a spectator…but I’ve known her for 8 months now…Haven’t spoken to her much about her…but still, I feel I know a lot about her…probably because she resembles my older sister or because I’ve observed them very closely… I may have learned a multitude of things from them which I wouldn’t even be aware of…but there’s one thing I know I learned from Sai…and that was patience. I realized the power of my patience after my 8 years of fandom…still going strong t...

Duniya walon ne in rishton ko na jaane kitne naam diye hai…kuch khatte-meethe…kuch tede-mede aur atpate se… Waqt ke saath har rishte mein badlaav ata hai…gehrayi badlti hai…jazbaat badlten hain…lekin agar kuch nahi badalta, toh woh hai ek aulad ka rishta…apne mata-pita  se… Hazaron logon se mitle hain hum…magar dil aakhir mein unhi ki god mein sukoon pata hai…unhi ki baahon ka ghera mehfooz lagta hai… Kitna khoobsoorat hai yeh rishta…rochak…romanchak…mazedaar aur sangharshpurn… Is rishte mein na jaane kaisi dor hai…jo hamesha atoot rehti hai... Bikul aisa hi rishta hai unka apne mata-pita se… Pita jaise prerna ki moorat…jise dekh dekh woh bhi apne sapnon ko pura karne ka saahas karti rahi…unka marg darshan paakar woh na sirf gaurvanvit hoti thi…magar unko apna adarsh banakar saahas ko ek nayi pehchaan di thi… Kehten hain jab aulaad hosh sambhale tab pita mitra ban jaate hain…woh unke pitra bhi the…mitra bhi the…jinhone pag-pag par unka haath thaame rakha… ...

Us din ke baad kai baar live conversation pe baat hui…har baar itni khushi hoti thi…ab toh lavz bhi kam padten hain bayaan karne ke liye… Achcha se yaad hai mujhe…August 30, 2018 ki woh raat thi…saara akaash ka aakhri episode dekhne ke baad sone ki taiyaari shuru kardi…aankhein toh bandh karli magar neend nahi aayi…dil mein achanak khayal aya…aaj tak jo bhi unhe bheja woh sirf tareef aur sneh ki nishaniyan thi…kabhi apne dil ki baat toh unhe batayi hi nahi…unke baare hum kya sochten hain…dil mein unke liye kya hai…yeh toh kabhi kaha hi nahi… Is khayal ne mujhse woh karvaya jo maine pehle kabhi kisi ke liye nahi kiya tha…laptop khola aur likhna shuru kar diya…dil mein jo bhi aya…bina soche shabdon mein utaar diya…dheere dheere ek ke baad ek jazbaat lafzon mein utarte gaye…jo bhi likha tha use sirf apne tak rakhne ka mann nahi tha…kyunki unhe batana tha…ki mere dil mein kya hai…blog publish kiya…aur link post karke so gaye… Kehten hain na…dil agar sachcha ho…toh baat seedhe dil mein utar...

Kahin suna tha…Zindagi mein churaye hue pal hi beshkeemti pal hote hain…Maine bhi aisa hi ek pal chuaraya tha…Jo mujhe zindagi bhar yaad rahega…Bataun kya tha? Takreeban ek saal pehle ki baat hai…garmi ki dupahar thi...thakaan ki wajah se aankhon mein thodi neend thi…kaan mein headphones daale aur AC ki thandi hawa khaate hue kuch pal ke liye aankhein bandh kar li…aur achanak ek aahat hui…phone pe notification aya…SAI DEODHAR ANAND IS LIVE… Dil ki dhadkanein itni tez ho gayi thi ki…agar koi paas baitha hota toh use bhi sunai deti…live conversation join kiya toh aankhein chamak gayi…Chehra itna noorani jaise lage ki insaan nahi sona ki zinda murat hai…saagar si ghehri aur khoobsoorat aankhein…jinmein sirf duniya jeetne ki hasrat thi...unki muskaan mujhe aise nyota de rahi thi jaise woh sirf mere liya live aayi ho… Jis tarah pancchiyon ke kalrav ko sunke shaam pighal ke raat banti hai…bikul vaise hi mera dil pighal gaya…jab unhone sirf mera naam dekhkar mujhse baat ki…Zyada kuch keh nahi...

Koi insaan jo aapke saath hamesha se ho...jiske saath aapne hasi-khushi ke saare pal bitaye ho...jisne ek deewar ki tarah aapko sahara diya ho...jisne har musibat mein aapka saath diya ho...apki us musibat se bahar nikalne mein madat ki ho...woh ek din achanak aapse door ho jaye...kya haal hoga? Apnon ko khone ke dard se zyada bhayanak unhe kho dene dar hota hai...us dar ki wajah se sabki zindagi mein ek anchaha avsaad baith gaya tha...waqt ki woh dhara jismein kabhi pyar aur apnon ke saath ka anand chhalakta tha...ab usmein peeda aur bhay ka tezaab beh raha tha… Parivar ke char sthambhon mein se ek ki gair-maujudgi bohot kuch dagmaga deti hai...jinmein se sabse mahtvapurn tha...atmavishwas... Us insaan ko apne paas rakhne ke athak prayaas...parivar ki chinta...avishwas...dar...nirasha...tanaav...jeevan ki woh ghadi itni bhayanak ho gayi thi ki ek anjana yuddh chhid gaya tha...jismein durbhagyavarsh...jeet hasil karna mumkin nahi tha... Duniya jeetne ke liye sabse pehla aur zaroori kad...

Ek asaadharann vijay yaatra… Haan…yeh kahani ek aise insaan ki hai…jinki jeevan gaatha ko mere nazariye se dekhenge…toh ek asaadharann vijay yaatra hi dikhegi… Dekh kar mann bechain ho utha…ki ikkisvi sadi ki is chhal, kapat aur swarth se bhari duniya mein aaj bhi aise log hain…jinki taraf dekhne ka mann karta hai…jinki kahani sunne ka mann karta hai…jinse bohot kuch seekhne ka mann karta hai… Mrs. Shrabani Deodhar…Yeh naam jitna adbhut hai…yeh khud usse kai zyada adbhut hain…Inki kahani ka sirf ek adhyaay padhne par dil kitna kuch kehne aur sunne ko aatur ho gaya… Ek pal ko aapke paas sab kuch ho…aur agle hi pal pata chale ki woh aapse door jaa raha hai…Kya haal hoga? Unki vijay yaatra ki kahani is mod se shuru hui thi… Itna kuch hone ke bavjood apne aapko ek parvat ki tarah jode rakha…jo bahubali ki tarah mazboot bhi tha aur barf ki tarah sheetal bhi…Sehensheelta aur dheerta ki ek adwitiya misaal…Jinhone zindagi jeene ka nazariya hi badal diya… Unke saath sirf kuch pal bitane se dil ...

Uparwala na jane kaisi leela karta hai…kabhi koi daulat maang maang kar thak jata hai lekin use milti nahi…aur yahan toh bin maange hi kalyug ka kuber bana diya mujhe… Lagta high speed 4G connection pe rakha hai meri duaon ko…kabhi sapne mein bhi unka ahit chahne ka khayal nahi aya…hamesha unki khushiyan mangi…lekin mujhe kya pata tha…ki woh khud meri khushiyon ki saughaat banke aayin thi… Akaal ke dard ko sehnewale bhookhe ke saamne chhappan bhog se bhari thali rakh den toh use kaisa lagega?...bilkul vaisa haal tha mera…zaroorat padne par mere apne mujhe kai baar aawaz lag diya karte aur unhe jawab bhi mil jata tha…lekin unki awaaz ne naam liya…toh zindagi mein pehli baar peeche mudkar dekhne ka mann kiya…pehli baar awaaz ya zaroorat nahi balki insaan ko jawab dene ka mann kiya… Kuch log insaan se pyar karte hain…kuch jaanwar se bhi karte hain…kisi ke dil mein desh ke liye pyar hai…toh kisi ki zindagi mein pyar hi nahi likha hota…main un khushnaseebon mein se hun jise pyar toh mila…ma...

Sooraj ki roshni si hai woh, pyar ki ushma barsaati hai, aankhon ke tej se chaahat ke jhaam chhalkati hai…aur sabse zaroori…zindagi ke andheron ko apne kaushal ke ujalon se bade pyar se bhar deti hai. Unke baare mein sirf suna toh soch mein pad gaye…Kya yeh hum jaisi hain, ya kya inki zindagi humse alag hai?...Kya inke liye rishte maiyne rakhten hain ya inki zindagi bhi us rang manch ki tarah hai jahan parda girne par sab apna rasta naap lete hain?...Kya aankh bandh karne par inhe bhi vaise hi sapne aate hain jaise sapne hum sajoten hain?...Kya inhe bhi apnon se door hone ka dar satata hai, ya inke liye rishte sirf naam aur matlab ke hain?...Kya yeh achche insaan ki parakh karna jante hain ya sirf ek achcha abhineta ko parakhna jante hain?...Aise bohot se sawal dil mein ubhar aaye the. Phir socha…bina kisi ko jane, bina unhe pehchane use parakhna akalmandi nahi hai... Jab pehle bar unse baat karne ki koshish ki toh jawab kuch alag andaaz main mila…Ranaji ka dubsmash karta hua ek pyara ...

The Ancient Love Story...Chapter 5 Next morning, the sun had risen in the blue skies. Udai was still asleep and the window on his right was allowing the sunrays to fall his impetuous face. The birds were chirping near on the tree near the balcony. The sunrays gradually moved towards Udai’s eyes and ended up breaking his sleep.   Udai got off his bed and noticed Jeevant was already up before him. She entered the room a couple of seconds later. Her dressing was simple, but still she was looking like a goddess. She had a tray in her hand with all the things in it needed for the Morning Prayer. Her jet-black hair was wet and open, with the cool breeze going back and forth. Udai was so mesmerized with her beauty that he couldn’t stop himself and complimented her with a huge smile on his face, “You look like a goddess!” seeing Udai’s expressions made Jeevant shyly reply, “Thank you very much.” Everything was quite a couple of second. None of them had anything to say. Both...

The Ancient Love Story…Chapter 4 Udai cleared his throat breaking the silence.  “Don’t be scared. This is your room too now,” trying to relax his new wife. “I guess you are tired. You should sleep, you will feel better in the morning.” he assured her.  Jeevant seemed to relax a bit at that and released the clutched bed sheet. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up at him and smiled brightly. Udai was taken aback as those big black eyes twinkled when she smiled.  She had beautiful and attractive feature in her eyes. Her eyeballs held the universe with big and black long eyes lashes. They could draw anyone in different world, away from everyone and everything. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked in soft eyes. Udai came back to his senses and realized he was staring at her. “No…Nothing,” he stuttered. “Can I sleep here?” she asked sweetly and batted her long eyelashes. No one had a heart to deny the sweet request, at least Udai’s heart la...

The Ancient Love Story…Chapter 3 Marriage preparations were going on in full swing. Udai was very curious to see Jeevant Kunwar. Her portrait had created confusion in his mind. It had become very magnetic for him and the pull was indescribable. Moreover, he was curious to know how she would be looking at present. Well, he had no choice but to wait to tie the knot. Days passed and finally the D-day arrived. Our future Maharana was looking handsome like never in his wedding clothes. He was all decked up from top to bottom. His turban was studded with diamonds, rubies and emeralds in peacock design. He was wearing a red outfit with gold embroidery on it. The ancestral necklace around his neck was studded with diamonds and emeralds. He was putting all the men to shame when it came to looks. Everyone was ready for the wedding. As per tradition, the Bridegroom sat in the wedding pavilion eagerly waiting for his bride to come. The priest started to chant the wedding mant...

The Ancient Love Story…Chapter  2 Mewar That was indeed the plan and the assembly approved of it joyfully. There was strong probability that a son of Great Rana Sanga had survived. As Jait Singh rode along Akhey Raj Songara, the excitement inside him grew, “I pray that the magnificent sun to look down kindly on this offspring of Sisodia, and that it has not an illusion.” “Let’s hope that, otherwise my plans to be the grandfather of the heir to throne of Mewar will have to in vain.” Akhey said with a hope in his heart. “I think you should first aim to be the father-in-law of the present heir to the throne of Mewar first before thinking about the chickens that have not hatched yet.” Jait Singh Said gamely. They rode across the border of Marwar into Mewar and then turned south towards Kumbalgarh. “Do you not think it was rather a hasty decision to bring Jeevant Kunwar with you?”  Jait asked, but Akhey Raj denied emphatically. Some days later, the party re...

The Ancient Love Story …Chapter 1 Kumbalgarh We are talking about the time when Banbir had betrayed the royal family of Mewar and had usurped the throne. He had already killed and captured Vikramaditya, the third son of Rana Sanga and was all set to kill Prince Udai. The brave and beloved Panna Dai saved Prince Udai Singh. She took Udai Singh and fled out of Mewar to keep the young prince alive and safe. They moved from one place to another in search of protection, but somebody had spread a word that an unruly servant had stolen from the palace of Mewar, so were not to be helped. In the end, Asha Shah Depura, a Jain merchant of Kumbalgarh who was the governor of that area, gave him shelter. Asha Shah Depura had spread the misleading word that Udai Singh was his own nephew. In the meantime, Raj Rana Jait Singh had fixed his eldest daughter, Swarup Devi’s alliance with Rao Maldeo of Marwar. There was an assembly convened at the court of Marwar, where many kings of importance ...

The Ancient Love Story…… Hey Guys, I will start to post the story from tomorrow. It will be published in parts I want to make it clear that the story which will be posted may not be real, we are trying our best to match with the facts. All the copyrights are reserved. So, do not forget to read the epic love story from 13th June, 2016. The Ancient Love Story… Thank You!