... Daughter's Day,

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Three tiny years, yet a lifetime of light,

You burst into my world, made everything bright.

With giggles like sunshine and eyes full of skies,

You chase all the clouds from my everyday skies.

Your fingers still small, but your spirit is strong,

You hum little tunes, your own special song.

You dance through the day with your teddy in tow,

And sprinkle your magic wherever you go.

From sticky-sweet kisses to wild, messy hair,

From tea parties, tutus, to teddy bear care—

You’ve taught me that love is both quiet and loud,

In whispers, in laughter, in standing so proud.

You ask me "Why?" more times than I can count,

Each question a mountain, a world to surmount.

But oh, little heart, you teach me each day,

That wonder and joy should always lead the way.

So here's to you, darling, my bright morning song,

May your heart stay curious, your dreams always strong.

On Daughters' Day, know what’s perfectly true:

The luckiest part of my life… is *you*.

_keyur_everything

...How are you, Dad?

...Hi dad, how are you?

No no, not like that,

I actually want to ask you, HOW ARE YOU?

I am asking you because I didn’t ask you this, NEVER

Maybe because I was bit of scared as a child

You were very strict

You scolded me for almost everything

Whether it be my studies

Or for sleeping late in night

Or waking up late in the morning

Sometimes for wandering here and there

Or sometimes for chit-chatting with my friends outside our home

And my friends, let’s not even talk about them

You never liked them; all of them seemed to be AWARA to you, who would spoil me

I never felt that close to you, I mean how could i?

You never showed your emotions in front of me

You were always like this; the strong person, who can never be affected by anything in this world,

Ups and downs, highs and lows, you were always the same.

Rigid, unmoved

I still remember when my board exam results were out

You were about to leave for your office

Deepak called and informed me about the result

And as everyone knew that I have cleared it

Mom, sister, brother, jiju, everyone was full of joy and excitement

They all were calling everyone in neighborhood and distributing the sweets

Mom had tears of happiness in her eyes

But you,

You just came up to me with a smiling face and said congratulations, well done and you left for work

That annoyed me a little

I mean why you were to be so calculated all the time and maybe that’s why I never felt close to you

I never felt like asking you how are you?

And what should I ask you about your wellbeing, even if you have any problem,you are not going to share it with me

And even if you do, how will I help you?

I mean it is you who has solved all my problems, who has an answers to all my questions, who knows what is right and what is wrong, and if you cannot figure it out then how could i?

But last time when you visited, 

Something different happened

You ask me to book your tickets because the online booking portal was so complicated to you to understand

This time you didn’t point me for my late waking and sleeping

You asked me the way to recharge shop a several time, but still you didn’t go for it by yourself, because you were scared that you will mistake something

Even when you were here

You told me that I am too much braver than you; I can do much more than your heights,

I was surprised

but what shook me, with sadness in the ping of tear in your eyes while saying this

My dad?

Can he really?

This is not you, this is not my father, my father never cries

He’s not emotional

He is strong, strict and tough

These things were never liked by me since my childhood, but bow I am missing them

The fact that you are not strong anymore is making me weak

Knowing that you won’t be able to solve all my problems is making me feel insecure

And the fact that you need my help for doing as  simple a task as doing a recharge your phone makes me responsible

Now I feel you were alright the way you were

Probably that is how a father is supposed to be

That is a father’s role in a child’s life

To make us strong, to make us independent, to make us tough, to prepare us for challenges of life

And to keep us grounded when we overcome them

That was your way and you have done it perfectly

Now, it’s my turn

It’s my turn to take care of you

It’s my turn to play my role

Now it’s my turn to take all your responsibility and solve all your problems

I know your problems will be nothing as compare to what I used to pose in front of you

I know I wouldn’t even have to work half as hard as you have done to make me what I am today

But how even small my part might be, I will play it with full conviction

That’s what I have learned from you

So I have decide that let’s start with a question that I never asked

DAD….

HOW ARE YOU?

...All will fall,

...The silence is loud in the court of lies,

Truth trembles where deceit flies

Justice sleeps with folded hands,

While power writes the shifting sands

Eyes are lowered, voices still,

Hearts are chained by someone’s will

Even the wise choose to look away,

When darkness walks in light of day

The world now bends to crooked paths,

Loyalty drowned in selfish wraths

No dharma left, no sacred vow,

Only questions, no answers now

With heavy breath and lowered gaze,

He stood, in a silent daze

He looked to his charioteer, voice grown rough

"Everyone’s against me, Madhav..."

The Krishn smiled, calm and bright,

Eyes like fire in endless night—

"They all will fall Parth, You just fight."

_keyur_everything

...UnTurned,

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...This morning felt a little strange,

The sky the same, yet something changed.

Her tiny steps moved straight ahead,

But not once did she turn her head.

No backward glance, no little wave,

No smile for all the love I gave.

Jihaana walked with steady grace,

While I stood still, lost in that space.

She always used to turn and grin,

A silent “Bye!” tucked deep within.

But not today — she moved so bold,

My little girl… just growing old.

I should be proud, I know it’s true,

She’s finding strength, she’s pushing through.

But still, it stung — that small goodbye,

That never came, though I don’t know why.

A milestone passed, a thread now thin,

The letting go begins within.

And though she didn’t turn today,

In my heart, she never walks away...

Love you Jihaana, Daddy loves you more and more...

_keyur_everything

...ચંચી માસી,

..પંદર દિવસ પહેલા તારી નજર મળી હતી,

અંકમાં ભીની માફક પળો થોડી સંગ મસ્તી હતી,
"કેવુ છે બેટા?" પૂછ્યું તું પ્રેમથી,
એ બેસવું, એ વાત કરવી – હવે બધું સપનાવતું લાગે છે.

ચંચી માસી, તું હતી ઉંમરમાં મોટી,
પણ દિલથી તો બાળકી જેવી હતી,
એક સુંદર વાતોનું ઝરણું,
અને આપણાં દુ:ખ-સુખની સહાયક એક છાંયાવટ જેવી હતી.

મારે ક્યાં ખબર હતી એ મુલાકાત છેલ્લી હશે,
હસતાં મુખે તું જે રીતે કહેતી હતી –
"ફરી મળશું...જલ્દી આવજે!"
એ વાક્ય આજે મારા હ્રદયમાં ગૂંજે છે, એક અધૂરી પ્રાર્થના જેવી.

તું તો ગઈ અચાનક… હજી તો વાત બાકી હતી,
એક સાથે ચા પીવાની ઇચ્છા હતી,
તારા હાથની દાળ, અને એ મીઠી એવી સુખડી,
હવે બસ યાદ રહી ગઈ – શબ્દોની મીઠી છાંયાની સાથે.

તું હતી એમ નહીં કે તું કોઈ મોટી વ્યક્તિ હતી માત્ર,
તું તો એ વૃક્ષ હતી કે જેના છાંયે ઘણા ઊભા રહ્યા,
તું એ આશિર્વાદ હતી કે જે શબદથી ઉપર હતી,
તું એ "માસી" હતી, જે માતા જેવી લાગતી હતી.

એ ઘરના દરેક ખૂણામાં તારો ગૂંજ છે,
એ વાસણોની ખટખટ… એ હસતી આંખો,
હવે શાંત થઇ ગઈ છે અવાજે,
પણ રાતે તું સપનામાં વાત કરે છે – એ સાચું લાગે છે.

માસી, તારી વિદાય અચાનક હતી,
પણ તું ગઈ નથી – તું હવે અહીં છે,
યાદોમાં, લહેજામાં, તારી ભીની મમતા ભરી વાતોમાં,
અને ખાસ કરીને, એ પંદર દિવસમાં –
જ્યાં તું હસીને મળેલી, જાણે આ દુનિયામાં કંઈ બાકી ન હતું...

હવે બસ પ્રાર્થના છે –
ભગવાન તને શાંતિ આપે,
અને જો એ દુનિયામાં પણ ચા મળે,
તો ક્યારેક તું એ જ રીતે કહેજે –
"બેટા, આવજે ફરી – થોડી વાતો બાકી છે."

- Miss you Maasi

...I'm Back — And More Inspired Than Ever,

...Hello, friends!

WISHING YOU WITH GREETINGZ OF AN AMAZING DAY OF THE YEAR,

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? After taking some time away from blogging, I’m excited to say: I’m Back.

Sometimes life calls for a pause. Whether it’s to reset, reflect, or simply recharge, stepping back helped me gain a new perspective—and now, I’m returning with fresh energy, new ideas, and a deeper purpose for why I write.

Expect more heartfelt posts, honest reflections, and hopefully a few things that make you think, smile, or see the world a little differently.

To those who’ve been following along—thank you for your patience and support. To new readers—welcome. I’m glad you’re here.

Let’s begin this new chapter together.

Stay tuned,

Yours,

-Keyur