उसके बाद हमारा संपर्क पूरी तरह टूट गया। चालीस साल बाद, हम फिर से मिले। वह भी अब विधवा थी उसके पति का पाँच साल पहले निधन हो चुका था।
वह अपने सबसे छोटे बेटे के साथ रहती थी, लेकिन वह दूसरे शहर में काम करता था और बहुत कम घर आता था।
शुरुआत में हमने सिर्फ औपचारिक अभिवादन किए। फिर फोन पर बातें होने लगीं। उसके बाद कॉफी पर मुलाक़ातें शुरू हुईं।
मैं हर कुछ दिनों में अपनी स्कूटर पर उसके घर जाने लगा एक छोटी टोकरी में फल, कुछ मिठाइयाँ और जोड़ों के दर्द की दवाइयाँ लेकर।"
एक दिन, मज़ाक-मज़ाक में मैंने कहा:
अगर दो बूढ़े दिल शादी कर लें तो? शायद अकेलापन खत्म हो जाए।”
उसकी आँखों में आँसू भर आए। मैं घबरा गया और समझाने लगा कि यह तो बस मज़ाक था लेकिन वह हल्के से मुस्कुराई और सिर हिला दिया।
और इस तरह, 60 साल की उम्र में, मैंने फिर से शादी की अपनी पहली मोहब्बत से।
शादी के दिन मैंने गहरे भूरे रंग की शेरवानी पहनी थी। उसने सादी क्रीम रंग की रेशमी साड़ी पहनी थी। उसके बाल करीने से बँधे थे और उनमें एक छोटा-सा मोती का क्लिप लगा था। दोस्त और पड़ोसी जश्न मनाने आए। सब कहते थे, “तुम दोनों फिर से जवान प्रेमियों जैसे लग रहे हो।”
मुझे भी फिर से जवान होने का एहसास हो रहा था उस रात, जब दावत की सफ़ाई हो गई, तो लगभग रात के दस बज चुके थे। मैंने उसके लिए गुनगुना दूध तैयार किया, सामने का दरवाज़ा बंद किया और बरामदे की लाइटें बुझा दीं।
शादी की रात कुछ ऐसा जिसे मैं इस उम्र में दोबारा जीने की कल्पना भी नहीं कर सकता था आख़िरकार आ गई थी।
जब वो कपड़े बदल रही थी, तो मैं सन्न रह गया उसकी पीठ, कंधों और बाँहों पर गहरे निशान थे पुराने ज़ख़्म, उसकी त्वचा पर एक दुखद नक़्शे की तरह बिखरे हुए। मेरा दिल टूट गया।
उसने जल्दी से अपने चारों ओर कंबल लपेट लिया, उसकी आँखों में डर साफ़ झलक रहा था। काँपती आवाज़ में मैंने पूछा मीना तुम्हारे साथ क्या हुआ?
वह मेरी ओर मुड़ी, उसकी आवाज़ भर्रा गई:
उस समय उसका स्वभाव बहुत ख़राब था। वह चिल्लाता था… मारता था… मैंने कभी किसी को नहीं बताया..
मैं उसके पास बैठ गया, दिल कसकर भींचा हुआ, आँखों में आँसू। मेरी आत्मा दर्द से भर गई। उसने दशकों तक डर और शर्म में चुप्पी साधे रखी थी किसी एक इंसान को भी कुछ नहीं बताया। मैंने उसका हाथ थामा और उसे अपने सीने पर रख दिया।
अब सब ठीक है। आज से कोई तुम्हें कभी चोट नहीं पहुँचाएगा। किसी को तुम्हें दुख देने का हक़ नहीं है… सिवाय मेरे और वह भी सिर्फ़ इसलिए कि मैं तुमसे बहुत प्यार करता हूँ।
वह फूट-फूट कर रो पड़ी धीमी, काँपती सिसकियाँ कमरे में भर गईं। मैंने उसे थाम लिया। उसकी पीठ नाज़ुक थी, हड्डियाँ हल्की-सी उभरी हुई एक छोटी-सी औरत जिसने चुप्पी और दर्द से भरी पूरी ज़िंदगी झेली थी।
हमारी शादी की रात किसी जवान जोड़े जैसी नहीं थी। हम बस साथ-साथ लेटे रहे आँगन में झींगुरों की आवाज़ सुनते हुए और पेड़ों के बीच से बहती हवा की सरसराहट महसूस करते हुए।
मैं उसके बाल सहलाता रहा और उसके माथे को चूमता रहा। उसने मेरे गाल को छुआ और फुसफुसाकर कहा धन्यवाद। यह दिखाने के लिए धन्यवाद कि इस दुनिया में अब भी कोई है जो मेरी परवाह करता है।
ये कहानी मेरे एक दोस्त ने भेजी थी
@SamsungIndia My fridge has been out since May 22nd. Service person said compressor needs replacement, so far till today they haven’t resolved the issue. Two weeks without fridge, disappointed with Samsung service. Can anyone help
A 24-year-old Polish tennis player arrived in Paris last week ranked 114th in the world, with no sponsors, no guaranteed income, and no certainty she could even pay for her hotel room.
She had to win three qualifying matches just to enter the French Open main draw. Prize money is only paid at the end of the tournament, so a Polish sports drink brand quietly stepped in and covered her hotel bill.
Her name is Maja Chwalinska. And today, she plays in the French Open final.
Before this tournament, she had won exactly one Grand Slam main draw match in her entire career. She had battled depression so severe that in 2021 she couldn't get out of bed. She underwent knee surgery in 2022. She spent years grinding through small tournaments across Europe just to stay afloat.
Then she arrived in Paris, won three qualifiers, and kept winning. Zheng Qinwen. Elise Mertens. Maria Sakkari. Diana Shnaider. Nine straight matches. One set dropped.
She is now the first qualifier in French Open history to reach the final. The last time a qualifier reached a Grand Slam final, it was Emma Raducanu at the 2021 US Open. Raducanu won.
By simply making the final, Chwalinska has earned more prize money than her entire career combined. The runner-up cheque alone is $1.6 million. If she wins today, she takes home $3.25 million.
One week ago she couldn't pay for her hotel room.
His name was Rajan.
He was a final year engineering student at the Regional Engineering College in Calicut, Kerala. His father, T V Eachara Varier, was a Hindi professor at the Government Arts and Science College in the same city.
On the morning of March 1 1976 the police came to the college campus and took Rajan away.
India was under Emergency. Civil liberties were suspended. Courts had effectively turned away.
His father found out the next day from the college principal.
He went to every police station in the district. No one admitted to having his son.
He met the Home Minister of Kerala, K Karunakaran, directly.
He sent petitions to the Home Secretary of the Government of Kerala three times. Not a single reply or acknowledgement came.
He wrote to the President of India and the Home Minister of the central government, with copies to every Member of Parliament from Kerala.
Nothing.
What Eachara Varier did not know at the time was that his son had been taken to an illegal police interrogation camp at Kakkayam.
He was tortured.
A practice called uruttal was used, where a heavy wooden log is rolled over the body of the victim.
Rajan died from his injuries. His body was disposed of by the police and was never found.
When the Emergency ended in 1977 Eachara Varier filed a habeas corpus petition in the Kerala High Court.
It was the first such petition filed in Kerala after the Emergency.
He did it without legal training, without political backing, without money.
He had spent everything searching for his son.
The court case slowly unravelled the truth.
It forced K Karunakaran to resign as Chief Minister of Kerala in 1978 when the adverse judgment came.
Rajan’s mother became mentally unstable from the grief. She died in 2000 still not knowing where her son was.
Eachara Varier wrote his memoir, Memories of a Father, which won the Kerala Sahitya Akademi Award in 2004.
In its final lines he wrote, “I don’t close the door. Let the rain lash inside and drench me. Let at least my invisible son know that his father never shut the door.”
He died on April 13 2006. He never found his son’s body.
Rajan was picked up from his college campus on a March morning in 1976. He was never seen again.
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Overton 🗣️- "No fans don't chant my name in England. The fact that the fans have got behind me and feeling the love of them, it's amazing. The Chennai, the Chepauk crowd is phenomenal." 🥹
Happiest video on the internet today!
A house help at MDMK chief Vaiko’s residence couldn’t hold back her excitement after seeing Tamil Nadu CM Vijay
She couldn't hide her excitement. ..Vijay’s response was classic 👇🏻
Her name is Claire Mazumdar.
She is 37 years old. Her parents are both computer science professors in the United States. Her brother Eric is a professor at the California Institute of Technology and an AI expert.
She holds a degree in Biological Engineering from MIT and both an MBA and a PhD in cancer biology from Stanford.
She founded Bicara Therapeutics in 2018. A clinical stage cancer therapy company focused on bi specific antibodies. She led it to a Nasdaq listing in 2024. She also sits on the boards of Relay Therapeutics and Noora Health.
She is the niece of Kiran Mazumdar Shaw. The woman who founded Biocon in 1978 in a garage in Bengaluru with Rs 10000 and built it into India’s largest biotechnology company over four decades.
Kiran Mazumdar Shaw has no children.
Today she named Claire as her successor to lead Biocon into its next phase.
Kiran said I am the sole owner of Biocon and I need to make sure that I put it in good hands. I have seen my niece Claire as my successor because I think she has proved to me that she can run a company.
Biocon was built by one woman over four decades. It will now be led by another.
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🎇🎇Prime Minister of Canada Cagney spitting fire
And yes … Canadians are taking vacations to PEI ( Prince Edward Island) instead of Florida
The cocky Governor of Florida said we don’t need em and are doing just fine without Canadians ( we know of a golf course owner who lost $53k a MONTH from them not coming.. my acupuncturist lost 20 clients.. my chiro said “they’re just gone”
Since then , his former comms guy who now cooks the tourism numbers at Visit Florida is ON HIS KNEES in Canada trying to eke out airline tourism to Florida !!
Leadership matters … not pettiness
She was only twenty three years old, yet she carried a burden that most people will never face in a lifetime.
Elizabeth Loncki served in Iraq as an explosive ordnance disposal specialist. In simple terms, her job was to walk toward the very danger others were trained to avoid. When a hidden bomb threatened soldiers or civilians, she was the one sent forward to deal with it.
Every device she approached could have been the last thing she ever touched. One small mistake meant everything was over.
She worked in Baghdad during some of the harshest months of the war. The streets were tense, the threats constant, and the enemy relied heavily on roadside bombs meant to kill without warning. Still, Elizabeth and her team kept moving from mission to mission.
Together they carried out 194 successful missions. And still, she kept going.
By early 2007 the finish line was finally in sight. Elizabeth had only twenty days left before she would board a plane and return home. Friends and family were counting the days. She had made it through nearly the entire deployment.
Then came one final mission.
Elizabeth Loncki was killed in action while doing the work she had trained for, protecting the lives of others. There were no flashing headlines across the country. No national moment of silence. Her name quietly joined the long list of Americans lost in the war.
She showed up day after day and faced danger so that others would not have to. Soldiers she never met went home because someone like Elizabeth walked toward the bomb instead of away from it.
That kind of courage rarely becomes famous.
Her work saved lives that will never know her name.
But her name deserves to be remembered.
God bless Elizabeth Loncki, a true American hero.
Lin Chun Yi takes it 21–15, 22–20.
Never easy to come back and play a final less than 24 hours after a brutal semifinal. Those matches really stay in the legs.
I remember the 2021 All England Open Badminton Championships. I had a really long quarterfinal against Akane Yamaguchi, and the very next day had to step back on court for the semifinal against Pornpawee Chochuwong. Let me tell you, it’s brutal.
Lakshya still had a phenomenal week. Beating Shi Yuqi and Li Shifeng in the same tournament says a lot about the level he’s playing at.
And Lin Chun Yi’s attack at times really reminds you of his namesake Lin Dan. Very decisive and explosive.
Tough loss, but smile Lakshya. For the general public, the All England Open Badminton Championships is often seen as the pinnacle because of its history and aura. But on the tour it is one of the four Super 1000 events we play every year, and opportunities keep coming.
With the kind of skill Lakshya has, weeks like this will keep repeating. Hopefully this momentum carries through the rest of the Super 1000s this season as well 💪