Sunday, March 20, 2011

Memories...

आज जब रात को बाहर यूँ ही नजरे पड़ी तो देखा हल्की हल्की बर्फ गिर रही थी. उस बर्फ की चादर पर खरगोश के नन्हे बच्चो को खेलता देख कर घर का आँगन याद आ गया.  हरसिंगार के सफ़ेद फूल घर के आँगन में इसी तरह हम पर गिरा करते थे. जब हम सब देर रात तक खेलते थे तब भी यही लगता था रात जल्दी ना चली जाए , आज भी यह  लग रहा  है सुबह जल्दी न हो जाए. स्मृति-कलश से कब क्या छलक कर सामने आ जाये, कोई नहीं कह सकता. 

(Tonight  as I glanced out, saw the snow flurries falling. Seeing the young rabbits playing on the sheet of powdery snow made me remember my childhood. The white flowers of Harsingar in the courtyard of the house fell on us the same way as the snow flurries when we played around. Playing late at night everyone wished that night does not pass away quickly, and even today I wish that the dawn does not step in early. It is hard to predict what spills out of the memory-pitcher or what an old memory wave pitches at you.)


 Although i ventured outside to take a glimpse of the Super moon but the snow flurries, the powder on the ground and the rabbit family was an equally gratifying sight for me and i will remain thankful for that. :-)


7 comments:

Manivannan Sadasivam said...

Hmmm....

Though, I couldn't read Hindi, I just assume it's ur thoughts about that "Beautiful* Moon. Actually, am not so happy with the word 'Super.' Saying the Moon as Super sounds odd to ma ears :-)

But, I, was not fortunate to spot that wonderful sight. Even, my mother was saying about it. Anways, nice to know u saw it....and had a memorable experience.

take care, Sneha.

Shree Rama Jayam!

Sneha said...

Hi Mani,

Even i couldn't see it b'coz of bad weather.:(
I have tried to translate it in English.

Here it is,


Today night as I glanced out, saw the snow flurries falling. Seeing the young rabbits playing on the sheet of powdery snow made me remember my childhood. The white flowers of Harsingar in the courtyard of the house fell on us the same way as the snow flurries when we played around.


Playing late at night everyone wished that night does not pass away quickly, and even today I wish that the dawn does not step in early. It is hard to predict what spills out of the memory-pitcher or what an old memory wave pitches at you.


Sneha

Monu Awalla said...

wowiest..How thoughtful of u.. :)

Alcina said...

Aww..such a mesmerizing description..loved it
Aur apne jis prakar hindi ke shabdo ka prayog kiya hai woh kabile taarif hai :)

Wonderful diary sneha :)

Manivannan Sadasivam said...

Yup! It's such a mesmerizing description, sneha...Beautiful!

And, thanks :-)


Shri Rama Jayam!

Manish Kumar said...

अच्छी लगा हिंदी में अपनी भावनाओं को व्यक्र करने का ये ढंग। सुनहरे चाँद को देखने के लिए घर की दुछत्ती पर हमने भी तीन दफ़े चढ़ाई की थी। पहली बार तो बादलों का एक झुंड सुपर मून को चिढ़ा कर चला गया। दूसरी तीसरी बार चाँद की दीप्ति मन को मोह तो गई पर हमें तो वो वही चांद लगा जिसे गाहे बगाहे हम देखते ही रहते हैं।

Sneha said...

haan sab log yahi bol rehey thy ki koi antar nahi dikha.:)