In the moonlit glow of a starry night,
She moves with grace, a siren’s light,
Her eyes, like lotus blooms,
so wise, Speak volumes in a world of sighs.
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Her curves, a sculptor’s dream refined,
Hips swaying with a rhythm unconfined,
Each step a dance upon life’s stage,
Her beauty, the words of a poet’s page.
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Giggles, a melody soft and sweet,
Naughtiness that makes hearts beat,
Dark black silk cascading down,
A crown of night, her hair’s renown.
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A blouse, a tease, so daringly low,
Silk saree, sheer, a delicate show,
Breasts, pointed, a goddess’s art,
A marvel that stirs every heart.
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Rosy cheeks, with a blush divine,
Elongated lips, with a silent sign,
Whispers of kisses in the air,
A call to love, a bold affair.
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Her eyes, a canvas of desire’s dreams,
Sparkling with wisdom’s ancient gleams,
Each gaze a journey to realms unknown,
Where fantasies and truths are sewn.
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Her walk, a rhythm, a poet’s muse,
Curves that the moon’s light woos,
Hips like waves in a gentle sea,
A dance of life’s pure ecstasy.
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Her laughter, a siren’s song,
Drawing hearts in a throng,
Naughtiness that lights the night,
A beacon of joy, pure and bright.
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Hair, dark silk, a cascade of night,
Flowing like dreams in the soft moonlight, Falling over her back, a mystic veil,
A story of beauty, a whispered tale.
Blouse, a whisper of what lies beneath,
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Saree, a veil that the night bequeaths,
Breasts, like peaks, daringly poised,
A marvel of creation, beauty’s voice.
Cheeks, a garden of roses in bloom,
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Lips, an invitation, banishing gloom,
A promise of love in their sweet curve,
A siren’s call that makes hearts swerve.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair,
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A touch of silk, beyond compare,
Each inch a tale of nature’s art,
A masterpiece that captures hearts.
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Her scent, a blend of flowers and spice,
A fragrance that makes sense entice,
In her presence, the world fades away,
Leaving just the night and her display.
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Her movements, fluid, like a stream,
Flowing gracefully, a living dream,
Every gesture, a poem in motion,
Stirring hearts with deep emotion.
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Her voice, a melody, soft and clear,
Whispering secrets for only love to hear,
Each word a note in a lover’s song,
Echoing in hearts where she belongs.
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She is creation’s finest lore,
A beauty that one can’t ignore,
In every glance, in every sigh,
She is the dream where desires lie.
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RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM ,INDIA
Mail ID : rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
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One year, they decided to visit the coastal town of Konark, famous for its ancient Sun Temple. The journey was long, but the excitement in the children’s eyes made it worthwhile. They spent their days exploring the temple, playing on the beach, and enjoying local delicacies. The trip was a delightful escape from their everyday routine and brought the family even closer.
Rajesh believed that these holidays were essential for their happiness. They offered a break from the monotony of daily life, allowing them to relax, rejuvenate, and bond. The experiences and memories created during these trips were priceless, adding to the richness of their lives.
Rajesh and Meera placed immense importance on education. They wanted Aryan and Kavya to have the best opportunities in life, and they believed that a good education was the key to a bright future. Despite their limited means, they enrolled their children in a reputable school in the nearby town, ensuring they received quality education.
Every morning, Rajesh would accompany Aryan and Kavya to the bus stop, bidding them goodbye with a smile and a word of encouragement. He took a keen interest in their studies, helping them with their homework and projects. Meera, too, played a crucial role, ensuring they had a conducive environment to study and grow.
Aryan aspired to be an engineer, while Kavya dreamed of becoming a writer. Rajesh and Meera supported their aspirations wholeheartedly, providing them with the resources and encouragement they needed. They knew that education was not just about academic success but also about building character, confidence, and a sense of purpose.
Life in Pratapur was not without its challenges. There were times when Rajesh and Meera struggled to make ends meet. Unexpected expenses, health issues, and other exigencies tested their resilience. But they faced these challenges with grace and determination, drawing strength from their love and unity.
Rajesh often reminded his family that true happiness lay in contentment. He believed that while money was necessary for a comfortable life, it was not the sole measure of happiness. Good health, strong relationships, and a sense of purpose were far more valuable. He taught Aryan and Kavya to appreciate the simple pleasures of life and to find joy in everyday moments.
Despite their modest means, Rajesh and Meera managed to create a life filled with love, laughter, and contentment. They balanced their responsibilities and aspirations, ensuring that their children had a stable and nurturing environment to grow up in. They believed that true happiness was not about having more but about making the most of what they had.
Rajesh’s cousin, Vijay, lived in the bustling city of Mumbai. He was a successful businessman, living in a luxurious apartment with all the modern amenities. Vijay’s life was a stark contrast to Rajesh’s simple existence. He had everything money could buy – a fancy car, expensive gadgets, and a lavish lifestyle.
One summer, Vijay invited Rajesh’s family to visit him in Mumbai. Aryan and Kavya were excited about the trip, eager to experience the city’s glamour. Rajesh and Meera, however, were apprehensive. They knew that while Vijay’s life seemed perfect on the surface, it came with its own set of challenges.
During their stay, Rajesh observed the stark differences between their lives. Vijay was constantly busy, juggling work commitments and social obligations. Despite his wealth, he seemed stressed and unhappy. He rarely had time for his family, and his relationships appeared strained. Rajesh realized that Vijay’s pursuit of a luxurious life had come at the cost of his peace and happiness.
One evening, Vijay confided in Rajesh about his struggles. He admitted that while he had achieved material success, he often felt lonely and overwhelmed. The pressure to maintain his lifestyle and meet societal expectations was taking a toll on his health and relationships. Rajesh listened empathetically, offering words of comfort and wisdom.
As they returned to Pratapur, Rajesh reflected on their experiences in Mumbai. He was grateful for the simplicity and contentment of their life in the village. He realized that true happiness was not about accumulating wealth or living a luxurious life but about finding balance and contentment in the present moment.
Rajesh shared his thoughts with Meera, who agreed wholeheartedly. They decided to reaffirm their commitment to their values and priorities. They would continue to focus on their family, friendships, and the simple joys of life, ensuring that Aryan and Kavya grew up with a strong sense of contentment and gratitude.
The experience in Mumbai reinforced their belief that while money was necessary for a comfortable life, it was not the ultimate source of happiness. Good relationships, meaningful experiences, and a sense of purpose were far more valuable. They resolved to nurture these aspects of their lives, creating a legacy of happiness and contentment for their children.
Years passed, and Aryan and Kavya grew into responsible, compassionate, and successful individuals. Aryan became an engineer, while Kavya pursued her dream of becoming a writer. They both carried the values instilled in them by their parents, appreciating the simple joys of life and finding contentment in their achievements.
Rajesh and Meera continued to live in their modest home in Pratapur, surrounded by the love and warmth of their family and friends. They found joy in the everyday moments, from the laughter of their grandchildren to the beauty of a sunset over the fields.
Their life was a testament to the power of simplicity, contentment, and love. They had created a legacy of happiness, showing that true wealth lay not in material possessions but in the richness of relationships, experiences, and a sense of purpose. They had lived a good life, filled with joy, peace, and fulfillment.
As they sat on their veranda, watching the sun set over the fields, Rajesh and Meera felt a deep sense of gratitude. They had everything they needed and more. They had created a life of true happiness, proving that the simplest things in life were often the most valuable.
True happiness does not come from wealth or luxury but from the love and contentment found in the simplest of lives. Their legacy of love, simplicity, and contentment continued to inspire those around them, showing that a good life is not about having more but about appreciating and making the most of what you have.( END)
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
18/07/2024
Email : rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
Instagram : rajatchandrasarmah5
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A modest family lived in the quaint village of Pratapur, nestled amidst the lush green fields of India. Rajesh, the head of the family, was a school teacher, and his wife, Meera, was a homemaker. They had two children, Aryan and Kavya. Their home was small but filled with warmth, laughter, and the fragrance of Meera’s delicious cooking.
Rajesh believed that happiness lay in the simplest of things. Every morning, he would cycle to the local school, where he taught mathematics. His students adored him, not just for his knowledge but for his genuine care and interest in their lives. Meera managed the household gracefully, ensuring that every meal was prepared with love and every corner of their home was clean and welcoming.
In the evenings, the family would gather on their modest veranda. Aryan and Kavya would share stories from their day at school, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Rajesh would listen intently, often helping them with their homework, while Meera would knit or prepare snacks for them. Their life was simple but full of contentment.
Rajesh’s best friend, Mohan, was a farmer. They had known each other since childhood, and their bond was unbreakable. Mohan often visited Rajesh, and they would spend hours discussing everything under the sun – from local politics to the best farming techniques.
Mohan’s wife, Sita, and Meera were equally close. They often exchanged recipes, shared household tips, and supported each other through thick and thin. Their friendship was a source of immense joy and comfort. The families often spent weekends together, the children playing in the fields while the adults shared laughter and stories.
One summer, Mohan and Sita invited Rajesh’s family to spend a weekend at their farmhouse. The children were thrilled, and even Rajesh and Meera looked forward to the change of scenery. The farmhouse was surrounded by vast fields of wheat, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. They spent the days exploring the fields, playing games, and relishing the simple pleasures of rural life. The weekend was a refreshing break from their routine and strengthened the bond between the two families.
Rajesh had a profound love for books. His modest collection, though small, was his treasure. He often spent his free time immersed in a novel or a biography, losing himself in the worlds created by words. He believed that books were windows to different lives and experiences, offering wisdom and solace.
One day, Aryan found a dusty old book in the attic. It was a novel that Rajesh had written long back when he was a young boy. Seeing his son’s curiosity, Rajesh decided to read the book to both Aryan and Kavya. Every night, they would gather around Rajesh as he narrated the story, his voice bringing the characters to life. This nightly ritual became a cherished tradition, instilling in the children a love for reading.
Kavya, in particular, developed a passion for poetry. She began writing her own poems, often inspired by the stories her father read. Rajesh encouraged her creativity, proud of her talent and the joy it brought her. Through books, the family discovered a shared love for stories and the immense happiness they could bring.
Every year, Rajesh saved a portion of his modest income for a family holiday. These trips were not extravagant, but they were eagerly anticipated by everyone. They would visit nearby towns, historical sites, or scenic spots, exploring new places and creating memories.
( TO BE CONTINUED)
Rajat Chandra Sarmah , Guwahati , Assam , India
17/07/2024
Email ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com
Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah5
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