MY SON IN MY HANDS...ONLY 7 DAYS OLD

A baby
is God's opinion that the world should go on.
-----Carl Sandburg

This picture was taken when i came backfrom Hospital after birth of my son. He was only seven days old in this picture, my younger brother standing behind my Mom and me holding my son. My daughter is hiding her face for bright sun. My two sis are at extrem right.

It was taken from backyard of our house in Chandigarh. it was the month of July, 1998.

I love my family so much.

To be apart of a family like mine

is so divine

where love is shown

hurt is shared

our love for each other is never impaired

we talk

we laugh

we cry

but we are a family

and we do it all together

for as a family

we do it all as one

you hurt one

you hurt all

and as a family unit

we will all stand tall

for we are family

a family full of strength

a family full of love

a family no one can touch

that, s why I love my family so much.

To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right.
--- Confucius

MY daughter

Daughter's are precious

when she was in teens
with two of her ltttle cute cuisons

some 3-4 years ago

teens again

when she was only eight

Relationship of Mother and Daughter
by Anonymous
You can see it in their eyes,

in tender hugs and long good-byes,

a love that only moms and daughters know.

You can see it in their smiles,

through passing years and changing styles,

a friendship that continually seems to grow.

You can see it in their lives,

the joy each one of them derives,

in just knowing that the other one is there...

To care and to understand,

lend an ear or hold a hand,

and to celebrate the memories they share.



Have a good day

Unsolved riddle

Yes it's me.......

it's me
it's again me

me only

me in the pages

Solved riddle
Like miracle it enters
smears evenly on
all the corners
symmetrically mixing well

It is next to soul
stand up by my side
like a lost dream
which is very dear to me

Quietly it enters,
stands so close,
it seems my own breath is
hitting with solid matter,
percolates in air like perfume.

Sometimes it seems like a small dot
suddenly transposes into a clear
beautiful picture.

It disappears just after its existence
because of shortage of time
it seldom have,
sufficient time.

It spends lots of time struggling hard
but it seldom wearied out
it has lots of experience
but it’ s always silent.

On his transparent surface
reflects and
can be
read my face
along with my inner soul.

When he chats with you
I can understand everything magically
Every thing surround,
becomes
Familiar like the magical stick
Time seems to fly
Always the feel of sweet goodness
All around

---Vipin Choudhary