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मोमीता देबनाथ : एक ओर बेटी August 23, 2024 To September 10,2024 09:24 A.M. To 12: 53 A.M. सिसकती रहीं और बेबस रहीं वो हैवानियत से भी ज्यादा कुछ और ज़िस्म से भी ज्यादा कुछ अपनी रूह पर सहती रहीं माँ दुर्गा के इस शहर में बेटी आज मारी गयी और ज़िस्म से नौची गयी वो आसूँओ की गूंज कहीं दीवारो से टकराती रहीं बहती सिसकियां और लहू आँखो से ज़मीन भी मातम मनाती रहीं माँ दुर्गा के इस शहर में बेटी आज तड़पती रही और ज़िस्म से नौची गयी दर्द की पराकाष्ठा से भी कुछ परे है तो (चरमसीमा) उस बेटी ने सही होगी उन दरिन्दों की क्रूरता की पराकाष्ठा से हवा भी सहमी होगी कितनी डरी और लाचार होगी वो तब जब वहशीपन की इन्तिहा हुई होगी क्या गुनाह था उसका , इन से पूछो तो सही परवाज़ के लिए तैयार थी वो (उड़ान) एक ख़्वाब था उसका और वो गरूर था माँ- बाप का कितनी बिजली गिराई होगी कितनी पीड़ा से वो निकली होगी इन दरिन्दों को सिर्फ हवस दिखी , न उसमें बहन दिखी, न उसमें माँ दिखी न गर्वित करने वाली समाज की वो औरत दिखी न दिखी उसमें एक उम्मीद न दिखी उसमें एक ज़िन्दगी न दिखी घर से निकलते वक्त चोखट पर खड़ी वो औरत न दिखी जन्म देने वाली और दुवा पढ़ने वाली वो औरत न दिखी खुद की वो छोटी नन्ही सी परी बिटिया दिख जाती तो शायद आज 'मोमीता' जी पाती , जिन्दा होती ©Anurag Mankhand #Stoprape Tribute To Momita Debnath

मोमीता देबनाथ : एक ओर बेटी August 23, 2024 To September 10,2024 09:24 A.M. To 12: 53 A.M. सिसकती रहीं और बेबस रहीं वो हैवानियत से भी ज्यादा कुछ और ज़िस्म से भी ज्यादा कुछ अपनी रूह पर सहती रहीं माँ दुर्गा के इस शहर में बेटी आज मारी गयी और ज़िस्म से नौची गयी वो आसूँओ की गूंज कहीं दीवारो से टकराती रहीं बहती सिसकियां और लहू आँखो से ज़मीन भी मातम मनाती रहीं माँ दुर्गा के इस शहर में बेटी आज तड़पती रही और ज़िस्म से नौची गयी दर्द की पराकाष्ठा से भी कुछ परे है तो (चरमसीमा) उस बेटी ने सही होगी उन दरिन्दों की क्रूरता की पराकाष्ठा से हवा भी सहमी होगी कितनी डरी और लाचार होगी वो तब जब वहशीपन की इन्तिहा हुई होगी क्या गुनाह था उसका , इन से पूछो तो सही परवाज़ के लिए तैयार थी वो (उड़ान) एक ख़्वाब था उसका और वो गरूर था माँ- बाप का कितनी बिजली गिराई होगी कितनी पीड़ा से वो निकली होगी इन दरिन्दों को सिर्फ हवस दिखी , न उसमें बहन दिखी, न उसमें माँ दिखी न गर्वित करने वाली समाज की वो औरत दिखी न दिखी उसमें एक उम्मीद न दिखी उसमें एक ज़िन्दगी न दिखी घर से निकलते वक्त चोखट पर खड़ी वो औरत न दिखी जन्म देने वाली और दुवा पढ़ने वाली वो औरत न दिखी खुद की वो छोटी नन्ही सी परी बिटिया दिख जाती तो शायद आज 'मोमीता' जी पाती , जिन्दा होती ©Anurag Mankhand #Stoprape Tribute To Momita Debnath

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मैं यहाँ वहाँ कहाँ कहाँ ढूँढूँ , कल तक जो मेरी दुनिया थे आज घर के कोने में आपके निशाँ ढूँढूँ , अगले जन्म जब मिलें तो बताऊँगा कि यहाँ कोई नहीं है आपसा मैं चाहे सारा जहाँ ढूँढूँ ! (for my father 😓) ©Harishh,,,,, dedicated to my father ❣️ कोट्स

मैं यहाँ वहाँ कहाँ कहाँ ढूँढूँ , कल तक जो मेरी दुनिया थे आज घर के कोने में आपके निशाँ ढूँढूँ , अगले जन्म जब मिलें तो बताऊँगा कि यहाँ कोई नहीं है आपसा मैं चाहे सारा जहाँ ढूँढूँ ! (for my father 😓) ©Harishh,,,,, dedicated to my father ❣️ कोट्स

Krishnan

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

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mammi ko thank you bol dena... mujhe bahut achha lga..mammi ne bheji...or mammi ne bheji isliye li bhi...tum dete to na leti sayd😁 ©P.k.IAS saumya thanks to my mom...❤️😊

mammi ko thank you bol dena... mujhe bahut achha lga..mammi ne bheji...or mammi ne bheji isliye li bhi...tum dete to na leti sayd😁 ©P.k.IAS saumya thanks to my mom...❤️😊

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White A mother, a father, a guiding light, You've been both, through day and night. Your unwavering support, a constant grace, A shelter from life's turbulent pace. With a father's strength and a mother's care, You've nurtured me, showing me how to share. Your selfless love, a beacon bright, Illuminates my path, banishing darkest night. You know me like no one else can, My thoughts, my dreams, my every plan. You've been my rock, my shelter, my friend, Together forever, until the very end. So on this Parents' Day, I want to say, Thank you for being my mother and father in every way. I'm grateful for your love, your guidance, and might, Forever and always, my shining light. With a mother's warmth and a father's might, You've taught me to stand up for what's right. Your unwavering belief in me, a precious gift, Has helped me find my voice, my heart's lift. Through life's ups and downs, you've been my anchor, A constant presence, a love that's unshaken. You've shown me that family is not just blood, But the bonds we form, the love we've withstood. So here's to you, dear mother and father too, A thank you for all that you do. For being my hero, my role model, my friend, Together forever, until the very end. Thank you, Mother, for playing both roles with such grace and love. You've been my father, my mother, my guiding light, and my shelter in the storm. Your selflessness, strength, and devotion have shaped me into the person I am today. I'm grateful for the sacrifices you've made, the late nights and early mornings, the unwavering support and encouragement. You've shown me that family is not just about biology, but about the love and care we share. Thank you for being my everything. I love you more than words can express. ©twisha ray to my mother wishing mother parents day as my father never understands #trnojo54 #love_shayari

White A mother, a father, a guiding light, You've been both, through day and night. Your unwavering support, a constant grace, A shelter from life's turbulent pace. With a father's strength and a mother's care, You've nurtured me, showing me how to share. Your selfless love, a beacon bright, Illuminates my path, banishing darkest night. You know me like no one else can, My thoughts, my dreams, my every plan. You've been my rock, my shelter, my friend, Together forever, until the very end. So on this Parents' Day, I want to say, Thank you for being my mother and father in every way. I'm grateful for your love, your guidance, and might, Forever and always, my shining light. With a mother's warmth and a father's might, You've taught me to stand up for what's right. Your unwavering belief in me, a precious gift, Has helped me find my voice, my heart's lift. Through life's ups and downs, you've been my anchor, A constant presence, a love that's unshaken. You've shown me that family is not just blood, But the bonds we form, the love we've withstood. So here's to you, dear mother and father too, A thank you for all that you do. For being my hero, my role model, my friend, Together forever, until the very end. Thank you, Mother, for playing both roles with such grace and love. You've been my father, my mother, my guiding light, and my shelter in the storm. Your selflessness, strength, and devotion have shaped me into the person I am today. I'm grateful for the sacrifices you've made, the late nights and early mornings, the unwavering support and encouragement. You've shown me that family is not just about biology, but about the love and care we share. Thank you for being my everything. I love you more than words can express. ©twisha ray to my mother wishing mother parents day as my father never understands #trnojo54 #love_shayari