"you don't have time to talk your wife!" She tossed her opinion mixed with question at the shadow spread on the floor. He looked up from his journal with an amused smile saying, "but i do love you. Now let me make tea for us".
As soon as I read this word , i had 2 ideas to pursue but then a friend shared a "link" on whatsapp ;)
Yes , link , the alternate word for URL ( Uniform resource Locator ) is the only way i use or hear this word. No one knows how and when we started using link for URL but today "pass the link / share the link ) is easily understood.
URL is the address for any page available on the world wide web ( WWW ) or internet as we often call it.
The pic here is for all the links open in my phone browser, which are never less than 10 at a given time. Even though i do use bookmark feature for links i will read on laptop , i prefer to keep some pages open like this for immediate reading ( while travel or in tea breaks ).
And now to save this post and share the link with you all :D
Oh , for fun sake , i checked wiki for all possible definitions of link ~
As soon as I read the theme , I knew the pic I would use. This is the old street we lived before we moved into an apartment in a closed neat and clean colony. I never knew that it would make me write a hindi verse. I have done the translation in english below that :
Galiyon ke kisse Ma se suna karte the, Jab padosi Rakhte the khabar Ek dusre ki .. Ab bas dikhte hai Band darwaaje Aur aasmaan ko jaati Khali seediyaan. Zindagi lift se Upar neeche safar karti hai.
Mom used to tell
Kept tab on each other;
Life now travels silently
In building lifts
While closed doors stare
At the empty stairs
Reaching the skies.
The feet tapped to the music,she hummed along mindlessly. Suddenly she looked at her feet , the trinklets , the toe rings and she smiled at the symbols which others consider as being tied down. She on the other hand had found her wings. As she turned back to her work ,she scribbled this -
Sometimes freedom is in being trapped by love, with love.
The tapestry with its myriad colors,
Where they once promised
To keep adding layers,
Of fun, adventure and tears;
Its colors have begun to fade
And the threads have come apart,
But it all wouldn't have mattered
Till the unsaid words seeped in,
Gradually it dissolved the plot
The blank canvas stretched on,
Mocking them both -
The one who never saw it coming
One who lived it all the while,still fearing so
A friendship now only alive in memories,
A friendship now lost.