"Madhu"
Read this in Hindi -: मधु की कहानी|story in hindi
It was time for the train to arrive. We were a little punctual so we came before time. The color of Madhu's saree was very interesting to her, I don't know why Madhu was feeling restless today. Even after asking a thousand times, nothing was heard in response. Today Madhu was behaving strangely as if she wanted to relive her childhood again. Although she doesn't look up even when she is alone, I don't know how today she slept with her head on my shoulder in front of so many people.She softly asked me to bring water. When I looked at the water bottle, it was empty. I left Madhu with a bag and went to get water. While filling the water, I heard an innocent sound. Babuji... Babuji... will you take a Mogre's gajra? Not a single one has been sold since morning. Who knows, a small child will reach me after going through so many troubles, a hope can be seen in his eyes after seeing me. I asked how did you give it? With innocence in his voice he said, Babuji, give me whatever you want.I remembered Madhu's smiling face, that incredible smile of Madhu and the innocence of this child, what was this sign of God which I was not able to understand.
And now how should I value this time, situation, love and this affection. Then I remembered to ask Madhu, I took that child to Madhu. Madhu, look who I have brought: Madhu's eyes were staring at me, before I could understand anything, there was chaos among the people. Some were in a hurry to meet their loved ones, while others were in a hurry to leave the city.Some were gathering their belongings and some were gathering their memories. Meanwhile I heard again! Babuji, hurry up. I was calling Madhu but she was ignoring me and was just looking at me, I sat near her and said, come let me apply gajra to her hair. But perhaps she didn't like it and she slept with her head on my lap. I asked, the next train is ours, are you ready, is there anything missing? Madhu is sleeping in my lap without any words. I bought all those gajras thinking from where will I get a new one every day for a long journey of three days.Life was very colorless, but since she started buying a gajra of flowers for Madhu, she gave a glimpse of my life. By your love, Mamta and your carous When I see him, it seems that after the parents, this is the blessings of that God who received without demand. Will this woman be able to pay the debt? Whoever troubles themselves, I think about me before the world.
How a woman can play a daughter, sister, wife, friend, and a mother how many relationships can play a woman, even in your gentle. The eyes of Madhu still remember that at the first glance, I had never wanted anything from life, but when he saw the eyes, I could see the evening in the morning. Once again people were looking at all their own. A strange suffocation was happening in a noisyous atmosphere away from systematic life. Why was the mind being distraught even when I was getting cold air? Come on "Madhu" How can a misbehavior of a Mamta, which seven words honey have done 30 years without any complaint can be done against me today? Relationship to Madhu is not just I added, but my relatives also added, then how can I punish so much today! To see the eyes, the workers used to leave the workers before every day. Today, the eyes slept in the sleep of the eternity in front of me. It was impossible to accept that the breath of Madhu is going to be spreading with my hands. On a new journey, we became ours. The fight with some bavits will do until the moon is sun. Care for each other until it will be done. And will stay along until it is God. And today we had taken Satwa Satwa for the Sakshi Mana today. There were seven rounds for seventh times. As if the whole world has stopped, there is no such thing as a woman's body as well as a living man is becoming a corpse. Well, this is the destination of the world. There was a honey among these rebellions. My house, my world was all honey. Believe in such a noise, no wind was stopping all these from coming to my ears. Like a magician revolves his stick and the weather turns. I was also looking for a stick.
A wanted to come back home Now they are not a house where there will be some egg, cement and some furniture. Would anyone be without my hands of my honey? How much is that Tulsi without worshiping Madhu in my courtyard? How will it be quick to come home everyday when your eyes will not wait? How will I give a speech of the election in front of 500 people? My speech has left the writer that I had forgotten to ask where to ask the address on the way. Now this breath is also like a burden where you are not together. Why are you so much so that you came in my life, I live in my life. Are you right to go? Honey, what will I answer, those little steps that are waiting for you. To say, you are madam of those 10 children teach them to speak Hindi but they feel like mother. The little voice that you call Madhu Mother, will I know what new? I would never leave your house in search of a new happiness. If I would know this journey would be like this. Now this breath is also asking for release, these eyes want to close. A past is behind, a current is zero, and a wholesale is in the darkness. The sun who woke up from the mantra of Madhu Rose, today the sun is coming to swallow. The wheel of the time will not be around. If you had to go to the market then they used to speak two days ago that the market has to go out of time. Then why suddenly happen in such a way that the journey went out of the way where you do not even need me? The mind is being torn, giving the strength to endure this punishment. Or do not separate the breath from breath. Wizard turn your stick and see me again open the eyes. This was the eye closed in the same way that a sweet voice was heard ...
"If you have got up, then drink tea. The time for the arrival of children is" ..............
"If you have got up, then drink tea. The time for the arrival of children is" ..............
