A funny story: Vasaksajja.

- Coordination: Pratibha Thakkar

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Sitting in front of the mirror, the tone kept looking far and wide. If you observe closely, the thought of the invisible, unexpressed world arises. It is the adornment of the creation of the shaman and speaks. Loved the tone of being so beautifully prepared. Swara would take a lot of time to fix the lot of hair. Decorating sixteen is her artistic lifestyle and at the same time her emotional world is at its peak, like Poonam's Chandliyo.

The inner world of the tone kept weaving in the confusion of the mind, the confusion, the fog of innumerable thoughts. Pictures of a life lived fast in front of the blink of an eye. Pink flamingos kept flying. A beehive of Nalsarovar. The redness of the sun. At the time of the appearance of the sun, the golden temple of love and the sweet bell of love rang in Swara's mind. She was holding Aniket's hand in emotion. That grip was a solid weight of strong intent to support the masses. What a beautiful love flamingo was expressing with his companion in the wet soil of the bubbling lake !! By dipping their beaks in each other's beaks, joining the wings in the armpits, they are coming to an end completely .. What a wonderful creation of love rangoli in nature !! Just keep looking at it with unblinking eyes, keep enjoying it and keep losing it. To be honest, these are the moments of God's revelation !!. . Swara kept floating in the river taking the boat of the dream world of Sangath with Aniket. How the opium of love's intoxication of life makes life opium. This is also the truth of life. Aniket remained the master of the mind in Swara's Rudia. Assuming that Aniket's defeat is like a hundred touches of gold ...

The match of the mind found in such a ray,

King of Rudia.

Ek re kyaarama keva jukyachampo ne keel ... rudiana raja ..

As per the next day's schedule, Aniket was to come to meet OPD this morning to meet Swara. The tone has been ringing like the ring of Zanzar since very early morning. Aniket kept checking the patients in such a way that there was a sound that it came. Aniket's phone rang at half past one in the afternoon and it was also a very loud voice. I'll be there ...

Umshil Swara immediately handed over the cash. ''

Yes, this morning I had to make a party document. I had to meet a lawyer, I ..

Come on, I'm coming, 'said Aniket with complete admiration.

Repetition of such incidents in friendship with Aniket for years .. !! Swara full of humor becomes the queen of Bhavnagar, Bani Thani gets ready and Aniket pours cold water in the melody melody of Swara by chanting the slogan of Alakh Niranjan in Bhabhuti book. Swara was very annoyed by Aniket's manic nature. After all, it was Aniket's fiance. Forgetting everything all the time, the naive Parevadi Swara kept repeating the steps of Aniket's love. Aniket was the soul of the voice. Suddenly, one day, there was a sudden change of voice in a government hospital full of court proceedings. The tone set in a strange place caused great distress. He also introduced Aniket three times.

Aniket, I like a straightforward, simple, instinctive life. My mind does not settle in this new place. Everyday complex court matters, fights, disputes..I have trouble working here. Aniket had a large circle of friends .He also had political affiliations. He also had close personal ties with political leaders. Aniket took full interest in local elections. After many introductions of Swara, I applied in writing to Aniket. Gabharu Swara had full faith in Aniket. Swara was patient but a year and a half passed. Once or twice in between, Swara kept asking about the change, but Aniket never showed any interest in giving any response on this subject.

Aniket, this is a ghost-like hospital. Also, this place is awful. I do not know why .I do not know why .I do not know why .I do not know why .I do not know why .I do not know why .I do not know why. Your uncle is in the assembly .. 'Swara begged ..

Yes, I will speak well.

Just now Swara is doing more than praising Siddha Kunjika and Baglamukhi Mata. Believe it or not, the thought trends of that place only affect the person. Aniket, on the other hand, frequented Mumbai and Ahmedabad for business purposes. Bought a new car and kept busy. Also got the tone at the appointed time. Both were going on a long drive. They were listening to Jagjit Singh's ghazals. When Swara was awkward, Aniket would explain it with great politeness. "If, Swara, we have to thrive in each other's company, to give each other joy and to be happy". Aniket had a deep interest in education. The faculty of the university were constantly on the lookout for solutions. He also got appointments as a director in various private colleges from Gandhinagar. He was constantly agitating in the university. Constantly fighting for the interests of the students.

He kept going as far as Gandhinagar. In the telephone conversations with Swara..but instead of the affection between the two, the Chief Minister was found today, the meetings of the local MLAs were at the center. He didn't even pay attention to vocal problems. He also complained in writing about the misbehavior of the university and the Chancellor. Together with the lawyer made applications for the university. As a conscious citizen and as part of his moral duty, he continued to assess how much he was contributing to the quality of education. In these one-sided dialogues, the fate of the tone was to listen without resistance, without showing response, yet the settled tone remained silent. Again one day Aniket kept telling Swara. Swara, I have a lot of work to do. Alas, I do not remember, so I have made a list of works and I keep the paper of that list in my pocket, so that I can look at it from time to time and finish the work.

Aniket, you may have written my name in the last number in this list of works, right? But she was cultured.

Even though the friendship between Aniket and Swara never blossomed in the spring, even though Swara kept on blossoming in the embrace of Aniket's love, but those blossoms blossomed only on Swara's mentality and automatically in Swara's own world and only Swara was aware of it.

Slowly the tone of his voice broke and he realized that I was not in the forefront of Aniket's creation. I was just an alternative. He did not lose his voice. He doubled down and started swimming in the same stream. He did not allow the rebellion of the mind to turn into weeping. The work of transferring the voice through the old neighbor friend of the father of the voice was immediately completed. The mental anguish of the tone subsided. Swami's voice did not inform Aniket. Yes, but now the mood of the tone has changed. She arrived at the new place with great joy, joy and went to work at double speed. Prabhu's Pad kept believing that it was better not to carry the burden of Aniket's kindness. Under the pretext of being busy, she avoided contact with Aniket for three weeks. On March 8, she celebrated International Women's Day on a grand scale at Anne's Hospital. On this occasion, he publicly honored the sisters who were struggling at the village level and living as mute servants without any lust for fame, including leprosy patients, dumb, deaf, blind, abandoned, widowed, elderly, old mothers. Tears of joy flowed from both sides of the river in this celebration. Self-esteem on one side and acceptance on the other. The tone was self-satisfied. Newspapers also took note of this unique event on the front page. He was also happy.

'Oh Swara, how many days have you been ignoring me !! Why are you angry with me? You know I can't walk without you, yet why don't you understand me! How can you forget me, my darling! I can't live without you .... '

I am coming to meet you this evening .. I will come ready .. I will wait for you .. Dozens and dozens of bracelets. Mehndi should also be decorated in the palm of my hand dear .. We will both talk a lot today .. Swara ..

The rush could not clear the flow of emotions like a rushing waterfall. There was a personality of tone like transparent water and mirror.

Aniket, I am. Not only the female. Tara continued to be monotonous in existence. But, now I am not * vasaksajja *, no, not at all ..

And the scream of the tone fluttered with the phone towards the mirror. The pieces of the mirror shone with a beam of light.

Dr. Radhika Rahul Tikku (Valsad)