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i write about the
मैं लिखता हू

i have no words to write about her
मेरे पास आपके बारे में लिखने के लिए शब्द नहीं हैं।

what i write.
मै क्या लिखता हुँ।

i know what i write
मुझे नहीं पता कि आप क्या लिखते हैं

i don't know what i write
पता नहीं आप क्या लिख रहे

she is known as kannagi and this is what i knew about her at madurai .
उसका नाम है कण्णगि और मदुरै मे मैने उसके बारे मे बस इतनी सी बात सुनी ।

i write to find what i have to say
मैं खोजने के लिए लिखता हूं

i write what i feel,the words which i heel
मैं जो महसूस करता हूं उसे लिखता हूं, जो शब्द मैं एड़ी करता हूं

trace the source of every coin that finds its way into your pocket , and you will realise the truth of what i write .
तुम्हारी जेब में जो भी सिक्का आता है , उसका स्रोत ढ़ूंढ़ो तब तुम्हें यह अहसास होगा कि मैं जो लिख रहा हूं , वह सच है .

we are nothing without you. you have happiness in our life. you gave us all the happiness that i dreamed. you have always supported me. what else can i write about you? about you
आपके बिना हमलोग कुछ भी नहीं हैं ।आपसे ही हमारी ज़िन्दगी में खुशियां है ।आपने हमें हर वो खुशी दी जिसके मैंने सपने देखे।आपने हमेशा मेरा सपोर्ट किया।और क्या लिखूं में आपके बारे में ? आपके बारे मे

having confidence in your obedience, i write to you, knowing that you will do even beyond what i say.
मैं तेरे आज्ञाकारी होने का भरोसा रखकर, तुझे लिखता हूं और यह जानता हूं, कि जो कुछ मैं कहता हूं, तू उस से कहीं बढ़कर करेगा।

if i write about my experiences of this day in a diary , i will be preserving these experiences , most probably with the hope that i would , myself , like to read about them again someday .
यदि मैं अपने आज के अनुभव एक डायरी में लिखूं तो मैं इन अनुभवों को किसी और दिन पढने की आशा में सुरक्षित रख सकूंगा ।

well , mainly because she was no longer news , but it ' s hard , as the old saying goes , to keep a good woman down and last week when she surpassed mamata banerjee in dangerous populism she left me with no option but to write about her once more .
इसकी मुय वजह यह थी कि वे सुर्खियों में नहीं रह गई थीं . लेकिन किसी भली महिल की , जैसी कि पुरानी कहावत है , ज्यादा समय तक अनदेखी नहीं की जा सकती . सो , पिछले हते उन्होंने खतरनाक लकलुभावनवाद में ममता बनर्जी को भी पीछे छोड़े दिया तो मेरे पास फिर उन पर कलम चलने के अलवा कोई चारा नहीं बचा .

allah indeed knows the plea of her who pleads with you about her husband and complains to allah , and allah knows the contentions of both of you ; surely allah is hearing , seeing .
ऐ रसूल जो औरत तुमसे अपने शौहर के बारे में तुमसे झगड़ती और ख़ुदा से गिले शिकवे करती है ख़ुदा ने उसकी बात सुन ली और ख़ुदा तुम दोनों की ग़ुफ्तगू सुन रहा है बेशक ख़ुदा बड़ा सुनने वाला देखने वाला है

allah has certainly heard the speech of her who pleads with you about her husband and complains to allah . allah hears the conversation between the two of you . indeed allah is all - hearing , all - seeing .
ऐ रसूल जो औरत तुमसे अपने शौहर के बारे में तुमसे झगड़ती और ख़ुदा से गिले शिकवे करती है ख़ुदा ने उसकी बात सुन ली और ख़ुदा तुम दोनों की ग़ुफ्तगू सुन रहा है बेशक ख़ुदा बड़ा सुनने वाला देखने वाला है

i am given to understand that, my beauty is unmatched, and so is my value in money. it is believed that i am the treasure for the elite rich of any society. a diamond is, i believe a very expensive stone, and, as for me -i am a complete set of several diamonds neatly set in platinum.' regarding my birth, i am not at all aware of the time and the place, but i remember my younger days when i was being set in the platinum frame. when each diamond was being cut and polished, i very distinctly remember many of the little ones screeched in pain, but when they were all set together into one big piece of jewellery, it became a beautiful set - that is me. yes i do agree there is no gain without pain, so, only after all the diamonds bore the pain of being cut to size, the result was the beautiful me. after being made to completion, i was placed in a case of maroon velvet and packed up. now, i consist of six different items of jewellery i.e. one necklace, two bangles, two earrings, and one ring. when i am fixed in slot set for me in one big box, and i see my reflection in the glass in front of me, even i wonder at my excellent beauty and shine and dance with joy in my heart. i am settled in a jewellery shop in an area called connaught place. here, i lie sometimes in the showcase, at other times in a godrej safe in the shop. inside the safe, i am believed to be secure, but believe me i get suffocated there and my prayers go out to god to send a customer quickly, who would take me out of this congestion. however, when i am set in the showcase outside enjoy myself. i can see people coming in and going out, discussing jewels and other things of importance and most of all enjoy people coming to see me and praise me. this praise boosts my spirit and feels that after all life is not really bad here even in the shop. all this makes me feel fresh and alive till, i am once again put inside the locker of the godrej safe. this continued to be my routine life and to be honest at times i even wondered why i had to be so beautiful and expensive that i have to bear the pain of a long boredom, and no one wants to buy me and give me a new lease of life elsewhere. while these thoughts were growing at me, at last, one day, i found my way to the hearts of a family. one fine day while i was inside the safe, a family called by the name of taneja came to the shop. they asked my master if he could show them something in diamonds. this request of the tanejas helped me come out of the safe as, at that time, i was the only diamond set at the shop. as soon as i was placed in front of the family, their young daughter, a bride-to-be jumped at me and requested her parents who were with her, to buy me forthwith. since they had come to buy jewellery for her trousseau, the deal was struck at once and lo! and behold! at last i had found my rightful place in the beautiful neck, ears and arm of the lovely girl vijayata. my present status, as i write this is that, i am a part of the girl's dowry and waiting to adorn the young girl when she becomes a bride. it is my proud privilege to belong to such an elite family - and that also to none other than their lovely daughter, and still further, of being a part of her trousseau. i am eagerly waiting for the big day when vijayata will don me and people will admire me and appreciate me. it is by now certain that, there is no second to me in any jewellery shop at least in delhi - that is not my version, that is what i often heard the customers at the shop say to my master. now, my dear owner is keeping me safe inside her locker, once again to feel suffocated, though the pleasure of having this cute owner duly compensates for my troubles and woes. i have to remember all the time that, this is all in store for someone who is the best.
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