Sri Ram chandra kripalu bhaj man haran bhav bhay darunam
Nav kanj lochan kanj mukh kar kanj pad kanjarunam ... sri ...
One more ... Thumak chalat Ram chandra bajat paijaniya ... thumak chalat ram chandra ... and I do see thumak thumak of a cutie pie Ram like kiddo …
And one more ... maiyya mori mai nah makhan khayo ... I do visualize a four year old mischievous Kanhaiyya
And actually lot mores to go ... I have no idea when and how I started listening to these bhajans … no clue since when Anoop Jalota became so melodious but these feels so soothing and so pleasing, I keep humming them all the time. Now a days I do not try to learn the lyrics of Susan Boyle les miserables I dreamed a dream ... but I do spend a considerable time looking for the lyrics and meaning of Sri Ram chandra kripalu bhaj man ... kind bhajans ... ohh someone there in India must be smiling at me, someone who so much wanted her daughter to learn the lyrics of these bhajans till the time I was in control of her ... time changes, mind purifies!
And apart from that I am reading Sea of Poppies, its gripping, but the language ... not his english but the lascar language that he has used is very difficult to understand. It’s a mix of English Hindi and some other out of world language, but I am not able to fully understand it as if now … till the completion of my first chapter. I wish somebody could provide me the dictionary of this language … anyways google zindabad, I am sure it’s not me alone with this complain. Deeti’s part is mysterious and very pleasing to read, the details of her and her daughter’s daily household chores, eating roti’s with aloo poshto and all makes me feel nostalgic.
Baby kicks now a days, I feel tired and sleepy all the time, not sure whether I am pretending to get an excuse for my laziness or I really am tired.
Nav kanj lochan kanj mukh kar kanj pad kanjarunam ... sri ...
One more ... Thumak chalat Ram chandra bajat paijaniya ... thumak chalat ram chandra ... and I do see thumak thumak of a cutie pie Ram like kiddo …
And one more ... maiyya mori mai nah makhan khayo ... I do visualize a four year old mischievous Kanhaiyya
And actually lot mores to go ... I have no idea when and how I started listening to these bhajans … no clue since when Anoop Jalota became so melodious but these feels so soothing and so pleasing, I keep humming them all the time. Now a days I do not try to learn the lyrics of Susan Boyle les miserables I dreamed a dream ... but I do spend a considerable time looking for the lyrics and meaning of Sri Ram chandra kripalu bhaj man ... kind bhajans ... ohh someone there in India must be smiling at me, someone who so much wanted her daughter to learn the lyrics of these bhajans till the time I was in control of her ... time changes, mind purifies!
And apart from that I am reading Sea of Poppies, its gripping, but the language ... not his english but the lascar language that he has used is very difficult to understand. It’s a mix of English Hindi and some other out of world language, but I am not able to fully understand it as if now … till the completion of my first chapter. I wish somebody could provide me the dictionary of this language … anyways google zindabad, I am sure it’s not me alone with this complain. Deeti’s part is mysterious and very pleasing to read, the details of her and her daughter’s daily household chores, eating roti’s with aloo poshto and all makes me feel nostalgic.
Baby kicks now a days, I feel tired and sleepy all the time, not sure whether I am pretending to get an excuse for my laziness or I really am tired.
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