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HOW DO I KNOW ALL OF THIS? MUMMA PAPA NE BATAYA AUR FILMO NE DIKHAYA Love in the ‘90s was a different art, When writing a letter took days to start. Waiting days for a reply, hands trembling with hope, A romance built on patience, not an instant scroll or poke Love in the ‘90s was poetry in disguise, A world of simple gestures, unspoken ties. No “typing...” stress or double blue ticks, Just heartfelt confessions with innocent tricks. When eyes met across a crowded school hall, It felt like fate, no algorithms at all. Letters inked with care carried hearts in their flight, Each word a whisper, every comma a delight. You’d sit with a pen, pour your heart on a page, And hope it reached before you turned another age. No swiping right, just a nervous landline call, And praying their dad didn’t answer at all. Dates weren’t coffee shops or sleek, modern scenes, It was the park bench, samosas, and cheap jeans. A mixed tape was the pinnacle of affection, Crafted with patience, track-by-tra...

I miss you maa :) I spoke in whispers, too little, too late, Wishing I’d known how near the gate, Where time would close and steal away The chance for words I didn’t say. Unanswered goodbyes linger in the air, Like unsent letters I couldn’t share. Regret's heavy hand rests on my chest, For the moments I lost, the love unexpressed. I thought I had time, but it slipped away, Now I’m left with words I can’t convey. Your chair still sits by the windowpane, But it’s empty now, and so is the frame. Of the life we could have shared much more, Yet I stand alone by this open door. In this hollowed heart of a home, I roam, Seeking your warmth but finding none. The walls are quiet, but they hold the truth That love delayed is love I lose. Unanswered goodbyes, forever they’ll stay, A silence of regrets, too hard to allay.  "So…," she started, drawing out the word as if it were a string she was about to pluck. "Is there someone? You know, someone more than just a friend?" He...

In the cold embrace of January’s chill , where frost adorns the night,   To be surrounded by just a few is like a hearth’s warm light.   A small circle, close and true, is like a cozy cabin’s glow,   Where every crackling ember tells a story only, they know. In February’s fleeting thaw, when winter’s grip begins to break,   To welcome a few new faces is like a fresh, awakening lake.   Each new friend is a budding flower, just beginning to unfold,   Adding new hues to the winter scene, like threads of silver and gold. As March breathes life into spring with a whispering breeze,   A small circle of friends is like a garden of emerging seeds.   Each one a promise, gently sprouting through the thawing earth,   Nurtured in quiet company, preparing for their bloom’s worth. In April’s dance of showers and bloom, where colours start to sing,   A few cherished friends are like rainbows that sof...

They call him Rude Ralph, the mischief king, But is he as bad as they often sing? Sure, he’s got a laugh that’s loud and bold, But let’s look at the truth, let’s have it told. Ralph once gave Henry a toad in a box, “Just a joke!” he said, amid giggles and squawks. But when Henry was down and feeling blue, Ralph was the friend who always came through. They say he’s rude, but he’s really just blunt, Like a comic book hero on a wild stunt. When Susan lost her lunch, and tears did stream, Ralph shared his sandwich, with extra cream. He’s like a volcano, fiery and loud, But inside he’s as gentle as a summer cloud. Like a firework, he may seem too bright, But he lights up the dark and makes it all right. Remember the time he yelled, “Boo!” at the fair? The lady jumped high, almost lost her hair. But later that day, when she was in need, Ralph carried her bags, a true friend indeed. He’s a bit like licorice, strong and tough, But sweet at the core, if you taste enough. His jokes might be wild...

In the town of Varanasi, where love’s on parade,   Lived Kundan the romancer, a poetic charade,   With a heart full of dreams and a head full of plans,   He’s chasing his crush like a sitcom with fans. He’s writing her letters that she’ll never read,   And gifting her roses, though they’re mostly weed,   He’s proposing in poetry, where rhymes go astray,   It’s like Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss had a bizarro ballet. Zoya’s just trying to live her own life,   While Kundan’s still caught in a world of his strife,   He’s chasing her around with a love so intense,   It’s like a rom-com where logic takes a long holiday fence. BUT............................. In the same lanes of Varanasi, where love's supposed to bloom, Kundan’s steps turned sour, like a scent of impending gloom, He chased after Zoya with a fervor unkind, His romantic pursuits, well, they crossed the line. He lurked in the shadows, in every...

In a grand mansion, all shiny and bright, Little Kevin’s left home alone for the night, His family’s off on a holiday spree, Leaving him with a house that’s one big DIY spree. Kevin’s the kid who’s got plans and flair, Turning his home into a trap-filled lair, With marbles and paint cans, his traps are a hoot, The burglars are doomed this kid’s on the pursuit! Harry and Marv, oh what a pair, Like two clowns with a penchant for despair, They stumble and fumble, their faces all bruised, By Kevin’s clever traps, they’re thoroughly confused. "Home Alone" is basically the cinematic equivalent of leaving your toddler with a pack of wild raccoons and saying, “Good luck!” The film is a charmingly chaotic tale of a kid, Kevin McCallister, who’s left alone in his family’s lavish house while his relatives go on vacation. Spoiler alert: the raccoons are replaced by two hapless burglars, but the chaos is just as entertaining. Let’s start with Kevin, the pint-sized mastermind. He’s like a...

नाता बेतुकी दिल्लगी से तोड़ना जाने ना आने वाले कल की फ़िकर से जोड़ना जाने ना Under moonlit skies, we dance and sway, Embracing life in a carefree way, With laughter loud and spirits high, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we cry. Friendships forged in fires bright, In the tapestry of endless night, Memories etched as time flies by, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we fly. With dreams unbound and hearts set free, In the present moment, we just be, Through ups and downs, we dare and try, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani , we reply. So when the journey seems too tough,  And every stride feels not enough,  Remember this, as you wander far,  Mera falsafaa kandhe pe mera basta  Chala main jahaan le chala mujhe rasta. In every breath, in every mile,  We face the world with steady smile. And though the future's veil may hide,  Our spirits strong, we will abide,  Kal pe sawaal hai, jeena filhaal hai,