Action is the soul of a task; Spoken words are a mere bunch of letters and phonics.

बचपन से अब तक माँ से क्या सीखा मैं ये जहां को बतलाऊँगी, जब नाज़ होगा तुमको भी मुझपे वो दिन यकीनन, मैं लाऊँगी

No teacher or books could teach me in years what My Mother taught me in those 9 months when she carried me in her womb.

Like a shadow, you followed me everywhere. Like a pillar, you always stood by me. Like a torchlight, you showed me the path. Like an Angel, you protected me forever.

Dear Mom, Sorry is a feeble word to express how regretful I feel to have not paid heed to your words, especially when you asked me to Chase my Dreams and not Follow Society's Whims.

The Firmament up there would have run out of tears when a Corona-stuck Mother gave up the hospital bed for her only child and embraced death with open arms.

She nurtured me in her womb, fed me in her lap, kept me in her heart and made me a man before she did depart.

My Divine Mom, If ever I meet God, I'll ask him to make more people like you in his kingdom. Every child deserves the love you gave to me, even when you didn't give birth to me.

"New Beginnings" never happen on their own. We need to "End" a couple of eternally futile activities and get hold of fresh starts !