For My Lovely Bhabhi

You  are friendly, kind and caring
Fun, understanding and amazing
Your daily activities leave you to be the busiest
But you live your life to the fullest
I always get inspired when I see you
Your heart of gold touches our lives like a magnetic glue
I wish I should have found you earlier
As you have made my days beautiful and much prettier
You are a gem of a person, one of a kind
Sweety, Tumsa Nahi Dekha 

The Train to Bookland

On Sunday, we the threesome took a train to Chawri Bazaar

The much older part of Delhi greeted us with a namaskar.

The rickety ride to the Daryaganj Book Market was fun, seeing the historical Jama Masjid along our way
The world around us was singing to the tunes of laughter, smile and child’s play.

As we landed our dusty feet on this eternal land The blaze of the sun pierced our body, everything appearing out of sight. (FAINTS…)
The tattered body of ours was able to find an auto to drop us at Haldiram’s and we rushed inside to find the best place which could provide us with the much needed respite
We went to the Sees Ganj Gurudwara and offered our prayers to the God
We decided to board the metro which could offer us a seat (no wait, 3 seats)
The journey was tiring, book shopping is left incomplete

We could swim in the sea of books to grab the best ones firsthand

We bore an excitement as we could purchase them at a very low price 

Different foods tantalizing our taste buds, we ordered stuff that was too much against our normal appetite

And towards the Chandni Chowk metro station, we threesome trod

And we went to Mandi House, (yes, we went opposite because we wanted SEAT) the second metro gave us this treat (YAY)

Waiting for the scorching heat to beat a retreat 

Hello Mr. White !!

Sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket sipping hot cup of chai (cha-i-yeee)

Oh winters!! So you have finally arrived…

The foggy mornings, the chilly air spreads in the zones

I turn to the jolly fireplace to warm my frozen bones…

Injecting heaps of laziness in this poor soul

Making one mile equal to two miles, the baby feet are not ready for the stroll…

On the couch with my food bags, I enjoy the hot snacks

Food cravings multiply for me when this cold season is back…

The flakes of snow in the air land as a kiss upon my cheek

Sharing a secret message sent for my heart to read but not to speak…

I paint the window panes in fairy lines with frozen steam

Creeping softly towards the door and see not even a single face beam…

And back I am in my warm enclosure sipping hot cup of chaii

Slowly as time flies, I lie like a frosty sleepy head bidding goodbye….