सहा वारी साडी

सहा वारी वस्त्र जेव्हा , ल्यायली सुंदर ललना
नजरा साऱ्या जगाच्या तिच्या वरूनि अजिबातच हलेना!

शिफॉन , बनारसी, पाटोला चंदेरी
अमाप रंग आणि अफाट किनारी,

गुंडाळून ते 6 वारी वस्त्र म्हणतो कमनीय बांधा
सौन्दर्य आणि शालीनतेने आता इथेच एकत्र नांदा!

असो पोक्त स्त्री वा असो षोडसवर्षीय चपळ बाला
साडीत लपेटता चढते स्फुरण तिजला आणिक सुंदर मधुर घाला.

नवी नवरी सजली ग सुंदर शालू अन shelyat
अलंकाराच तिचा तो , जपून ठेवील बंद संदुकीत.

शुभ्र साडी वाढवी सौन्दर्य आणि मान मरातब अदब
सर्वच ललना दिसती सुरूप नाही कुरूप किंवा बेढब,

असो लग्न , असो पूजा किंवा साधा कार्यक्रम
लुगडे तिचे अविरात चालवी मर्यादेच्या नित्यक्रम

पेहराव साडीचा आवडे मजला झाला कधी न तिरस्कार
अविरत आणि निरंतर राहू देत
सुंदर रंगांचा हा अविष्कार

अविरत आणि निरंतर राहू देत
सुंदर रंगांचा हा अविष्कार
सौ मनीषा पुरंदरे
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9,8,19

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A Winter Coat and A Whole Lot of Memories

It was one of those chilly mornings when it was colder than the day before. I had been knowingly avoiding my thick winter coat—not because I thought I was tough, but because putting it on felt like admitting winter had won. And winter comes with all those gloomy thoughts of short days, dark nights, and cold toes. But that day, I gave in. I wore the coat, zipped it up with a sigh, and headed out to work. On my way, I stuffed my hands into the coat pockets to warm them up—because, let’s be honest, gloves are always missing when you need them. That’s when my fingers hit something crinkly. A piece of paper. Curious, I pulled it out. Lo and behold, it was a ticket to the Tate Modern museum! Now, I love art. But not the "paint-a-bowl-of-fruit" kind of art—I mean the kind that makes you go, “What in the world is that?” This ticket brought back memories of my last trip to the museum, a trip I can only describe as… an experience. I remember strolling in, full of enthusiasm, and seeing...

Furry Fun

So, picture this: we were all geared up for a rockin' Saturday night out, ready to chow down on some grub and catch up with Akshaj, who we hadn't seen in ages. But oh boy, did fate have a twisted sense of humour. Akshaj's train got stuck at Brookmans Park station because of some random incident. No biggie, we thought, we'll just meet him at Hatfield instead. But then, the train decided to play a game of "let's see how long we can keep everyone waiting" for an extra 30 minutes! We were like, "Enough is enough!" and hatched a plan to rescue Akshaj from Brookmans Park. But as soon as he stepped off the train, it suddenly zoomed off without him! Talk about bad timing! We rushed to the station, only to find the road blocked by the police. Seriously, could this night get any crazier? But thanks to Gargi's common sense , she managed to break through the barricade and track down Akshaj at a nearby pub, where his phone decided to call it quits. Afte...

There's nothing like bad weather..

"Rain, Robins, and Relentless Cheer: I was sipping my coffee and watching the endless rain through my kitchen window. It had all gone dark and cold, with a drizzle adding to the misery. I felt like I was trapped in a scene from a particularly dreary British novel, where the only exciting thing to happen is when someone misplaces their umbrella. But then, something caught my eye—a fluffy robin hopping around in the garden. Despite the downpour and the November-like gloom ( in the middle of May), this chunky little bird was out there, pecking for worms and perching on my beautiful plants, which had somehow managed to burst into colourful blooms. I was amazed by its tenacity! Here I was, contemplating my life choices over a cup of coffee, and this robin was having the time of its life. Enter Kiran, our in-house Wikipedia, who decided to add his two cents to the mix. He said, "Did you know that in cold weather, birds can't grow a thick winter coat like many mammals do? Inste...

Poems ,Stories and lot more .. By Maneesha Purandare

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