Aman's Blog....

I have said it a lot of times. I am not a poet nor I claim to be. I just write, whatever crap I write, what I feel or am thinking. So before giving the comments that how crappy the poetry is, please keep this in mind. Here we go, गर बुझ भी गया चिराग-ऐ-हयात मेरा आब-दीदा ना होगा कोई , फ़क़त एक बेमाना सितारे के टूटने से फलक तन्हा नहीं हुआ करते! आब-दीदा — Teary Eyed चिराग-ऐ-हयात - Lamp of life फ़क़त - Just बेमाना - Insignificant फलक - Sky Aman….

I won't say that I am back. I don't know yet. But I have been thinking of getting back to my blog for a while. There are many sad/unhappy events that have happened in the last few months. Some people, whom I thought were friends, turned out to be "practical" and just like always, I couldn't see. But on the other side, bumped into someone nice as well. And of course, on a very extreme side, got infected from Covid. A lot, isn't it? I actually thought I shall write about something happy but maybe it's my luck or maybe I am not that "practical" or "woke" as others are, I happened to see something today that just made me so sad. That much that I couldn't shrug it off.  There is this family in the neighborhood. An elderly couple with their son and daughter-in-law and two teenage kids(boys). Uncle is now very old and is now suffering from memory loss and very bad health. That much that he is admitted from a week in the hospital. Aunty, wh