
Can you write a flower?
Have you ever done so?
Well it isn’t possible.
Writing a flower,
Is only possible for God who is the supreme one,
And it is his grace which can make it happen.
Adios!

Can you write a flower?
Have you ever done so?
Well it isn’t possible.
Writing a flower,
Is only possible for God who is the supreme one,
And it is his grace which can make it happen.
Adios!

A petal said to a water frog-“Have you filed your tax returns?”
The water frog-“Nah! I barely earned anything.”
Adios !

Dearest “Eruch Uncle” Many,Many Happy Returns Of The Day.
It is unknown of the love we have for you.
In your light, warmth and care,
We have grown.
Be there with us always,
And do bestow your love.
It is a heart bursting proud moment for us,
To wish you Happy Birthday.
Be happy always.
My “Eruch” uncle is that light which guided God when he was on earth.
Many don’t know about him.
Moreover, my God stays with him,
In his brilliance and light.
He is one of the most fearless warriors of Baba.
Of the top notch.
Trained and molded by the Lord.
He is my, my mother’s and my father’s dearest.
He is the Lord Of the Lord’s.
One who has conquered divinity and is yet unaware of it.
He is the mojo of the mojos.
Lots and lots of love to you “Eruch” uncle.
I can’t express my feelings to you in this letter cum post.
It is much beyond the horizon in which I, Ma and Baba live.
Do take care of my ……. and us.
It is not worthy to fight a battle which has no meaning.
If I had had the capacity, I would have raised a big flag all over the universes,
Marking your birthday,
It’s those unfortunate one’s who would never know your glory.
It is a miracle.
Even the ones who don’t want God,
Don’t love him,
Want to wish you a happy birthday,
In the sly.
You are God’s beloved.
You are Parvardigar.
You are the light of the lights.
You are an ark,
And will remain so.
I love you and will always do.
Cakes and balloons.
Whatever we have cooked at home,
We offer it to you.
Whatever is our pain,
Please wipe.
Please bring Baba to us.
Please give us your warmth.
In this infinite world which is full of bullshit and nonsense and idiocy and hypocrisy and lust,
To one of Baba’s finest,
To the one who is Baba’s pride, love and a child who is a superstar,
And much beyond excellence,
I wish you a very happy birthday.

Adios!

A good bit of fun,
Is much needed and required.
It cheers up the self and enlightens it.
A good bit of fun,
Is playing a game of ludo,
A game of tic-tac-toe.

A game of singing.
A good bit of fun,
Is shouting aloud with your friends,
Doing hoola hoop.
A good bit of fun,
Is what God has made us for.
For too much fun,
Often ruins the day,
And much less fun,
Makes a person unhappy.
So, do have a good bit of fun,
And be happy.
Adios!
When I was in school, most toys would be made of plastic. A small cycle model made of metal body and plastic handles, was kept for display in a big cycle shop. Few days later, the company which owned that brand of cycles organized a letter writing competition and the same cycle toy model was supposed to be given as a prize for the competition which would be held after school examinations got over.
A week after the examinations got over, the competition dates were announced.
Nearly a hundred students took part in the competition.
When the results were announced, I was awarded the third prize and as a reward the same toy cycle model, but a bit tinier in size was presented to me. Ma gave me a big chocolate as reward and a big kiss on my cheeks.
In the evening, when I showed dad my achievement, he beamed with happiness and excitement.
The next day Ma and Baba, bought me a real bicycle. I couldn’t express my happiness.
Doing tring tring on a bicycle was my favourite past time hobby when I was little.
I learnt to ride the bicycle in three days and after that I would regularly go to school on my new blue coloured bicycle.
Childhood is full of wonders, surprises and happiness.
Tring Tring!
Adios