Sword in pen

आसमान बादलों से घिरा हुआ था,वह बादल हर जगह अपनी गति से इस प्रकार चल रहे थे मानो उन्हें अभी-अभी दफ्तर से छुट्टी मिली हो।पक्षी आसमान को चीरते हुए अपनी मंजिल की तरफ जा रहे थे। रीमा अपनी छत पर खड़ी आकाश के इस रूप को देख रही थी, उसको आकाश के बदलते रंग को जानना बहुत अच्छा लगता था। वह बादलों के अलग-अलग प्रकारों में कहानियां ढूंढती थी। उन कहानियों को वह अपने ख्वाबों में पिरों कर रात को अपनी मां को सुनाती थी। उसकी मां को उसकी कहानियां सुना बहुत अच्छा लगता था और वह हर लफ्ज़ इत्मीनान से सुनती थी। यह परम्परा बन चुका था। इसी दौरान शाम का वक्त था, आसमान का रंग कुछ पीला कुछ गुलाबी था, हर रोज की तरह पक्षी अभी इधर उधर जा रहे थे, मानो किसी अपने की तलाश में या किसी डर से भाग रहे हो। रीमा वही बैठ गई, उस दुनिया में खो गई। तभी अचानक उस एक आवाज सुनाई देती है। वह इधर-उधर देखती है तो उससे प्रतीत होता है कि वह उसके पड़ोस के घर से आ रही है। उसका घर बाकी घरों की दीवारों के साथ मिलकर बना हुआ था मानो कि ट्रेन के डिब्बों को एक रेखा में जोड़ दिया गया हो। वह अपनी छात टॉप कर अपने बगल वाले घर पर पहुंचती है जहां उसकी बचप...

The sun rose in the sky and then jammed at a particular spot like a hole in the wall that let the light in. The sky was painted in the shades of yellow and blue today. A rather weird combination for my canvas but beautiful one for the sky. There were birds going from everywhere to everywhere. Sometimes, I thought that they were chasing each other in their massive playground. All of them flying high and then disappearing like the paper planes flown by me that were never found again. Is there some valley in the sky where they got lost? The streets were deserted like the sunday corridors in school. Only a few passerbies passed like uninvited insects. Someone was sitting at the sidewalk, lost in thought like a warrior with many war stories ready to narrate to anyone who stops. But no one did. He looked up at the sky, the way one does when about to give a huge sneeze that never escapes your mouth. The sun was dim and thus felt like a friend who would call you on that Saturday evening when...

The sun rose in the sky and then jammed at a particular spot like a hole in the wall that let the light in. The sky was painted in the shades of yellow and blue today. A rather weird combination for my canvas but beautiful one for the sky. There were birds going from everywhere to everywhere. Sometimes, I thought that they were chasing each other in their massive playground. All of them flying high and then disappearing like the paper planes flown by me that were never found again. Is there some valley in the sky where they got lost? The streets were deserted like the sunday corridors in school. Only a few passerbies passed like uninvited insects. Someone was sitting at the sidewalk, lost in thought like a warrior with many war stories ready to narrate to anyone who stops. But no one did. He looked up at the sky, the way one does when about to give a huge sneeze that never escapes your mouth. The sun was dim and thus felt like a friend who would call you on that Saturday evening when...