Broken Bangles

Sun was over the head in the lukewarm of Month May few days are only left for the summer vacation Krissh came back from the school to home no sooner he in warded inside the house he threw his bag over the sofa and shoes to his left side in fury and sat on the floor with the forlorn face. His mom came from inside the kitchen seen Krissh’s dishearten portico and thrown bag over the sofa. She was astonished to see thrown bag over the sofa and Krissh’s sad expression because before that Krissh never showed that kind of trash behavior. Krissh mom’s went nearby him ‘What happened beta? Snubbing sweat from his visage by her saree pallu ‘Are you all right son?
Krissh Started crying holding his mother tightly ‘Mom I lost my pencil box which you have given on my birthday it was my favorite, my 7th birthday gift’ Krissh thuds with the moaned neck.
‘Please don’t cry beta I will bring new one for you’ Mom said gripping his son even more firmly.

Next day in the morning Krissh was getting ready for his school he was keeping his books and copy according to his school routine meanwhile he founds a box in his bag which was wrapped in a red color paper he further open it and founds a pencil box which was of same type and of same color which his mother has given on his 7th birthday. Krissh’s mood becomes elated and his veins got filled with happiness after seeing the pencil box. He ran holding the pencil box to show his mom he founds her in the kitchen filling his lunch box.
‘Maa see I got back my fav box again’ He said with grinned expression showing his box ‘Mom but I don’t know who kept it back in my box? Krissh asked with utmost cuteness.
‘Might be Bhagwan ji has kept back in your bag’ His mom said kissing his forehead.
‘Thank you bhagwan ji’ Krissh said looking up and took his lunch box from his mother and left for his school.

In the noon time Krissh came back from the school. As he moved inside his home he saw in the dining hall there are pieces of broken bangles were spread with different colors on the floor. He was puzzled with this scenario abruptly he heard.
‘Krissh don’t come here be there only my bangles are broken let me clear it first’ his mom said. Krissh restricted his walk and remained there at his position till the floor was left with no pieces of broken bangles.
‘How did it happen? Krissh asked his mom.
‘I was taking my make up box from one room to another room lost my balance and dropped the box’ his mom said in melancholy ‘Lost my favorite sets of bangles it was given by my mother I broke my mother’s last gift’
Krissh sees his mom so intensely disturbed for the first time. His mother was disheartened, stabbed and fragile Krissh had never seen his mom in such awful condition he decided to make his mother happy. He decided to gift new bangles to his mom.
Krissh asked for the pocket money from his dad after getting the bucks he went to a bangle shop to buy a new set of bangle for his mother. But Krissh’s luck stabbed him back his money was not sufficient enough to buy the new set of bangle he returned back to home flippantly with absolutely obsolete.

Next day he went to school he was sad his friend Rohit asked him.
‘Why are you so sad today?
‘Rohit I want to gift my mom a set of bangle but I don’t have the money kuch idea dena paisa kaha se lao’ Krissh asked his 7 years old friend Rohit.
‘Pray and asked from god he will give you’ Rohit said ‘My mom always say Bhagwan se kuch bhi sacche dil se mango toh mil jata hai I have prayed from god for my psp and next day I found money in my piggy bank’
‘Today I will also pray then’ Krissh said.

After reaching home from school Krissh directly went inside the worship room of his house and prayed from god “Please god give me some rupee to buy the bangles for my mom please god mera piggy bank mai paisa aa jaye”

Next day when Krissh checked his piggy bank he founds extra money in his piggy bank. He thanked god and picked the money from his piggy bank and went to bangle’s shop and bought new bangles for his mom and gift it to his mother.
His mother cried while taking bangles from Krissh, she kissed his forehead and folded Krissh in her arms.
‘You know maa Bhagwan ji had kept money in my piggy bank to get the new bangles for you I wished and I get it’ Krissh said
‘Love you beta’ his mom said

Flash back
One day before when Krissh came back from school and directly went inside his home worship room to pray from god for the money, while Krissh was praying from god his mom was passing by there, she heard him praying for the money in his piggy bank.
His mom only kept the Money in his ki piggy bank which Krissh thinks that it was kept by the god.
So now the questions are that.
God cannot be everywhere so he sent mom as our god?
Mothers are god?
God is mother?
All the above points.

By Kumar Kaustubh

“All the above points” 


and even more than that..God has multiple dad..frnds family strangers and me also.

Well expressed and today I felt what is your actual perse..the style your novels may this one..wonderful narration..

It creates movie for eyes which read.

Keep it up !

Keep scribbling!

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior


यह खयाल अच्छा लगता है

तुझ तक आके रुक जाना
फिर तुझे मे उलज जाना
ऐसा हर बार करते रहेना
दिल को सच्चा लगता है
यह खयाल अच्छा लगता है

तेरा गोद मे सिर रख कर सो जाना
फिर सपनों मे तुझे देख मुसकुराना
आंखे जब खोलु तेरा दीदार पाना
दिल को सच्चा लगता है
यह खयाल अच्छा लगता है

ज़िद कर के तुझे देखना
अपने सवाल तुझसे पूछना
तेरे जवाब सुननाना अच्छा लगता है
तुझसे गले मिल जाना
दिल को अच्छा लगता है
यह खयाल अच्छा लगता है

तेरी रहे ताकना
तेरा साथ फिर उन रहो मे भटकना
मंज़िल तक जाना तेरा हाथ थामे
दिल को सच्चा लगता है
यह खयाल अच्छा लगता है


Aapki kavita padh ke hamein bhi khayal acha laga kaustub.

Wonderful are the imaginations with our Mr/Miss Someone special.

Wish all of the souls meet their other halfs soon.

Happy reading readers

Keep scribbling Mr. Passionate

Yours loving warrior



I was looking both of them both were busy in their talk I felt like I was in some other house. One moment I was looking to Sneha one moment I was looking to my mom. But unfortunately they both have totally ignored me. I felt asleep I lied over the sofa. Suddenly mom howls
‘Karan why did you gift Duppata to Bulbul’ I woke up abruptly ‘I rubbed my eyes I yawned like elephant.
‘Yes Karan even I also want know why you have gifted me Duppata only’
I said nothing I stood up and took my way to wash room. Washed my face and come back in front to two judges of my life mom and Bulbul.
‘Yes my dears why you both want to ask’ I said tranquil Yawning.
‘Why you have gifted only a red scarf to Vandana? Mom asked
‘Yes why? Bulbul nodded with my mom.
I said ‘Because whenever Bulbul will be under sun my gifted scarf will protect her from sunny rays
whenever there will be sandy weather my given Duppata will defend her from dust.
Whenever Bulbul will go to temple she will took the Duppata on her head and blessing from almighty will pass from my given scarf’
I was saying all this with downed head by the time I raised my head I saw my mom was having tears in her eyes and Bulbulwas had clutched my given Scarf tightly and was looking at me constantly.


  • Kumar Kaustubh

Those gifts are priceless which are given by heart and not mind. 

Even that used kurti of my friend is a gift to me which she gave me at last day of our hostel because that was the kurti I used to say her whenever she used to wear it that this one is so pretty,I also want such a kurti.

Well described duppatta,the dream gift, it shows importance of gifts in relationships.So, much can gifts do,prices hardly matters,it is the intention which make them priceless.

Keep scribbling Mr. Passionate 

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior


आखिर कर्ज़ क्या है

शाम का वक़्त था आसमान सूरज की लालिमा लिये दिन को खुद मे समेट कर अलविदा कहे रहा था, हुमुस जैसा मौसम था माथे का पसीना गल को छूते हुए गर्दन से गुजरते हुए मेरा शर्ट को भिंगो रहा था। मै अपने घर के छत पर गया हुमस भरी गर्मी से राहत के लिये पर उस दिन मौसम से शीतलता ऐसा गायब थी जैसा गधे के सर से सिंग।
कमरे के अंदर पंके बेकार और एसी एक आम आदमी अफोर्ड नहीं कर सकता है, माध्यम वर्गी परिवार मै तो जरूरत ही ज़िंदगी है तभी तो मैंने एपल के आईफोन की इच्छा त्याग मैंने एक 4 हज़ार का फोन लिया शायद किसी शांत ने ठीक ही कहा है “ज़रूरत तो फकीर की भी पूरी हो जाती है और इच्छा राजा की भी अधूरी रहे जाती है”।
मै छत पे चहल कदमी कर रहा था, अपनी शर्ट की मैंने ऊपर वाली बटन भी खोल दी पर बेमन मौसम का कोई उपकार नहीं हुआ। मै एक कोना से दूसरा कोना नाप रहा था छत पे तभी मेरी नज़र घर के द्वार के पास जो सड़क जाती है उसपे पड़ी। मेरी नजरे रुकी उन नन्हें खाली पैरो पे जा कर जो गरम सड़क पर चलने पे हिचकिचा रही थी पर मजबूर कदम उनके आगे जाने को परतीबद्ध थे। मेरी नज़ारे थोड़ी ऊपर गयी। उसने गंदी सी एक फटी जीन्स पहन राखी थी जब मैंने उसे पूरा देखा तो उसकी बनयन आधी पटी और मैली थी।
उसके कंधे पे एक बस्ता तांगा था उसमे क्या समान थी पता नहीं मुझे। वो लड़का मासूम सा उम्र उसकी 6 से 8 साल के बीच मै होगी। उसके चेहरा पे पसीना था और आंखो मै शोक। मैंने उसे रोका ‘ओए छोटे रुक” मैंने उससे आवाज़ मारी।
वो धीमी चल रहा था पर जैसा ही उसने मेरी आवाज़ सुनी वो तेज़ चलने लगा बिना मेरा तरफ देखे ‘अरे रुको कुछ देना है’ मैंने फिर से आवाज़ लगाई।
इस बार वो रुका ‘भैया मैंने कुछ नहीं नहीं चुराया है मेरा बस्ते मै कचरा मै चुन चुन कर बेचता हु उससे बस’।
‘हाँ तो भाई मैंने कब कहा की तुमने कुछ चुराया है तुम वही रुको मै आता हु’ मै दौड़ पड़ा नीचे।
मै रोसाइ घर मै गया वह से ब्रेड की पॉकेट निकाली और पानी बोतल का साथ मै लेकर घर से निकाला। मैंने देखा वो मेरे घर के द्वार पे खड़ा है।
‘तुम्हारा नाम क्या है? मैंने पूछा।
‘विक्की’ उसने कहा ब्रैड की पॉकेट के तरफ देखते हुए।
‘पापा और माँ क्या करते है?
‘माँ मजदूर है पापा बीमार पड़ गये है’ विक्की ने कहा ब्रैड की पॉकेट को एकटक देखते हुए।
‘तुम स्कूल नहीं जाते हो? मैंने पूछा।
‘पहले जाता था जब से पापा बीमार पड़े है तब से नहीं जाते है’ विक्की की नज़ारे ब्रैड की पॉकेट पे अटक सी गयी थी जैसे।
‘लो यह तेरा लिये’ मैंने उसे ब्रैड और पानी का बोतल दे दिया। और जो मैंने खुसी देखि उसकी चेहरे पे वो बहुत ही बहूमूल्य थी।
उसने मुस्कान दे कर मुझसे ब्रैड का पॉकेट ले लिया और पनि का बोतल पी कर वापस कर दिया और आगे बड़ गया। मैंने भी दरवाजा बंद कर लिया और घर के अंदर अरहा था तभी मैंने दरवाजे पे दस्तक सुनी मैंने वापस जा कर दरवाजा खोला।
‘अरे विक्की तुम’
‘थैंक यू भैया’ और वो दौड़ पड़ा इतना कहता हुए मै भी अपने मै हसा और दरवाजा बंद कर वापस छत पे जा बैठे, मैंने देखा विक्की बहुत दूर जा चुका है और ब्रैड का खाली पॉकेट रोड पे पड़ा था, 4 ब्रैड की तुकोड़ो से मै उसकी गरीबी तो मिटा सका इतना संतोष जरूर था एक पल की खुसी उससे दे कर खुद के लिये दो पल की खुसी उससे उधार ले लिया।
थोड़ा खुसी बटने मै हर्ज़ क्या है
कोई बताओ मुझे यह दुख का आखिर मर्ज क्या है
कभी आईने मै देख कर खुद को सोचना आखिर तेरा फर्ज़ क्या है
दो पल मै अगर रीस्ते बनते है
तो उससे बननाने मै आखिर कर्ज़ क्या है
-Mr. Passionate ( कुमार कौस्तुभ)

So many things you have expressed well in this post kaustubh.

So, I am confused from where should I start….

4 ब्रैड की तुकोड़ो से मै उसकी गरीबी तो मिटा सका इतना संतोष जरूर था

small things can create 9 letter long happiness  

एक पल की खुसी उससे दे कर खुद के लिये दो पल की खुसी उससे उधार ले लिया।

When we give,it comes back getting doubled.
थोड़ा खुसी बटने मै हर्ज़ क्या है

exactly harz kya hai …you loose nothing when you spread happiness!

कोई बताओ मुझे यह दुख का आखिर मर्ज क्या है

aisa koi marz ni jo khusiyo se na mitaya ja sake
कभी आईने मै देख कर खुद को सोचना आखिर तेरा फर्ज़ क्या है

yes responsibilities are not to be complained and handled forcefully, ask yourself and then take it yourself

दो पल मै अगर रीस्ते बनते है
तो उससे बननाने मै आखिर कर्ज़ क्या है
The best is the ending Relations don’t always leave you with liabilities…keep open heart, don’t hesitate to befriend people.

I think you have already amplified my closing line..Keep spreading love people!

Keep scribbling Mr. Passionate

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior


My Mom

Mom you are my inspiration,
Nobody is like you in this world,
You are my god,
You gave me this world to survive,
If you were not here,
Then how would I have enjoyed the life,
You are the first teacher,
To teach me about manners,
Whenever I fall you support me like a ladder,
You only gave me breath,
You only gave me heart,
You gave me all my body parts,
You are like a sun,
Always giving me ray of hope in the darkness,
Mom your heart is like ocean full of emotions,
Always take care about other,
But never bothered about your own self,
Mom for me you are like an Oscar winner,
Plays different role in single life,
The role of daughter,
The role of wife

By – Mr Passionate

Welcome Mr. Passionate!

I like people who live their passion because mostly I have seen people leaving their passions for some or other cause.

Coming to your poem.Its so sweet,well describes your bond with your mom.

Especially the last line its awesome, your acceptance that she plays different roles✌💕

Keep scribbling Mr. Passionate (Kumar kaustubh)

Happy reading readers!

Yours loving warrior