ଶୁଭ୍ରା

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

ଉଦ୍ୟନ୍ନୀରଦ ନୀଳ ସୁନ୍ଦର ତନୁମ୍ ପୂର୍ଣେନ୍ଦୁ ବିମ୍ବାନନମ୍
ରାଜୀବୋତ୍ପଳ ପତ୍ର ନେତ୍ର ଯୁଗଳମ୍ କାରୁଣ୍ୟ ବାରାନିଧିଂ…

[Bhanja Kishore Mohanty. ଭଂଜ କିଶୋର ମହାନ୍ତି.🇮🇳 @global_odia]

जगन्नाथः स्वामी नयनपथगामी भवतु मे 🙏

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

ରକ୍ତାମ୍ଭୋଦର୍ପ ଗନ୍ଜନ ମହା ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ନେତ୍ର ଦ୍ୱୟମ୍…

[Bijay Krushna @baralbijay764]

Universe hold in this eyes ,jay shree jagannath 👏

[Anuradha🇮🇳 @ako660]

The Tiny Hand
personal diaries

Mum was a teacher. And a damn fine one. She knew her subject. She was equally deft at many other things too. And, to cap it all, she was beautiful. Long hair, fair, velvety skin and big eyes. Her eyes and her red bindi on her forehead always reminded me of Teri bindiya re…

Every year, her college had a picnic. For me, it was a picnic and a holiday. I got to tag along. Importantly, I got to claim my ownership of this ethereal being. My mum.

That year, the destination was the Harike Barrage.

We went by bus. I sat close to Mum, holding on to her sari. It was crisp cotton, and I loved the little scrunching sound the starch made whenever I rolled the itsy bitsy corner into a tiny ball. She had jasmine tucked into her hair. Every time she moved, a faint fragrance of mogra touched me.

The picnic was the usual mix of chatter, lots of food, laughter, and running about. Some physical games like badminton and kho kho were truly energy sapping. We collected shells while the teachers kept watch.

For a while, I wandered off. I soon came back and stuck myself to Mum.

There was a game of passing the parcel. The parcel reached her. Her prompt was to sing a song.

Mum sang a lovely ghazal.

*Zikr hota hai jab qayamat ka,*
*tere jalwon ki baat hoti hai…*

There were wah wahs all around.

My eyes noticed something. Her fingers were trembling.

It could be because she was singing in front of her colleagues and students. Maybe she was plain shy. Whatever it was, I knew immediately that Mum was nervous.

I grabbed her hand and held it tightly. It was my little way of saying that I had her back. Earlier, I had been hiding in the folds of her sari. Now, in my little frock, I suddenly wanted to become her anchor.

We were one unit.

Mum gently hugged me. I remember the warmth of that hug, the hold of her hand and the fragrance of mogras in her hair. I remember feeling that I had somehow protected her.

When we came back home, Mum told Dad about it. She smiled as she told him how her fingers had trembled while she was singing, and how I had immediately caught her hand, to hide her nervousness.

That night, as she put me to sleep, she spoke to me gently.

"Bachhe,( child) all of us have anxious moments. But Rabb (God) sends support. It is all right to be nervous. We are ordinary."

Then she said something I have remembered ever since.

"When you are older, there will be a tiny hand comforting you too."

I don't know if I got the drift of her words then. But I understood that even grownups need support, no matter how beautiful or capable they are. It was a very human thing. All the teachers, the mothers, the people we imagine are invincible do get the heebie jeebies. We are ordinary and have shortcomings.

She tucked me in. And then she sang me to sleep. The same song.

Zikr hota hai jab qayamat ka,
tere jalwon ki baat hoti hai…

The same voice that had been shaky that afternoon was so melodic and confident now. Only now the ditty was just for me.

And somewhere between her song, aromatic mogra and the warmth of her hand, I fell asleep.

Years later, I think I understand what Mum was telling me. That we are all ordinary. We all tremble. We all have moments when our hands betray our nervousness. And perhaps Rabb's kindness lies in sending us someone whose hand we can hold.

A mother holds a child's hand and vice versa. It is much later in life we discover that the hand we thought we were holding for her was also holding us.

The clasp, the hug and the song linger.

In the great, human family, maybe that is just what we are here to do. To be the tiny hand for someone else.

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

ରାଜୀବୋତ୍ପଳ ପତ୍ର ନେତ୍ର ଯୁଗଳଂ କାରୁଣ୍ୟ ବାରାନିଧିଂ
ଭକ୍ତାନାଂ ସକଳାର୍ତ୍ତି ନାଶନକରଂ ଚିନ୍ତାର୍ଥୀ ଚିନ୍ତାମଣିଂ
ବନ୍ଦେ ଶ୍ରୀ ପୁରୁଷୋତ୍ତମମ୍ ପ୍ରତିଦିନମ୍ ନୀଳାଦ୍ରି ଚୁଡାମଣିମ୍…

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

ଫୁଲ୍ଲେନ୍ଦୀବର ଲୋଚନଂ ନବଘନଂ ଶ୍ୟାମାଭିରାମାକୃତିଂ
ବିଶ୍ୱେଶଂ କମଳା ବିଳାସ ବିଳସତ୍
ପାଦାରବିନ୍ଦ ଦ୍ୱୟଂ…

[மோஹித பாரதஂவாஜ @vvaayu]

चिनगारी का खेल बुरा होता है,
औरों के घर आग लगाने का सपना
अपने ही घर में सदा खरा होता है

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

A sea of diamonds in the sun

[Kevat @KevatRamKa]

जो संपूर्ण सृष्टि के स्वामी हैं, वे भी केवल निष्कपट प्रेम और भक्ति के अधीन हो जाते हैं।

[पञ्चतन्त्रम् @PunchTantrum]

मद्यपान से अर्थ, धर्म और काम, तीनों का ही नाश होता है।

Drinking (liquor) causes loss of Artha, Dharma and Kama.

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

@personalt2023 😂

[Dark Pill @darkandcrude]

Your love for Krishna doesn’t build a Krishna temple in Bangladesh & Europe

Just like Bapat is not gonna come on roads to save Hinduism but same people dancing on DJ will be out on roads to save the day when Ganpati would be attacked

Be humble & let everyone worship their way

[Kevat @KevatRamKa]

बड़े-बड़े देवताओं की स्तुति से जो शांत न हुए, वे केवल भक्त प्रह्लाद की निष्कपट शरणागति से शांत हो गए। भगवान ज्ञान से नहीं, केवल प्रेम से रीझते हैं।

[Kevat @KevatRamKa]

जिन भयंकर नखों से हिरण्यकश्यप का वक्षस्थल विदीर्ण किया था, उन्हीं कोमल हाथों से भगवान ने प्रह्लाद को गोद में उठा लिया, सिर पर अभयहस्त रखा और वात्सल्य से चेहरा निहारने लगे।

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

@KiniPushpa Such a cutie

[Shastri Kosalendradas @Kosalendradas]

बलभद्रः प्रलम्बघ्नो बलदेवोऽच्युताग्रजः।
रेवतीरमणो रामः कामपालो हलायुधः॥

बलभद्र (बलशाली), प्रलम्बघ्न (प्रलम्ब के हन्ता), बलदेव (बल देने वाले), अच्युताग्रज (श्रीकृष्ण के बड़े भाई), रेवतीरमण (रेवतीपति), राम (आनंदप्रदाता), कामपाल (इच्छाओं के पूर्तिकर्ता) हलायुध (हल धारण करने वाले)

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

Tell me about it.

[Tejaswini☕︎ @Tejaswini9292]

Jai Jagannath🙏🙏❤️

[ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଜଗତ @odiajagat]

ମହାପ୍ରଭୁ ଶ୍ରୀ ଅଟ୍ଟାଳି ଜଗନ୍ନାଥ ଙ୍କର ଆଜିର ଦିବ୍ୟ ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ଦର୍ଶନ ❤️🥰🙏

[Satire Anuj @AnujBajpai_]

अनंत ब्रह्मांड संपूर्ण जगत के स्वामी जय जगन्नाथ महाप्रभु🌺

[ଶୁଭ୍ରା @anotherSubhra]

@SwiggyCares @SwiggyCares please schedule the reverse pickup for now. And this time please make sure someone actually comes and mu return is not cancelled from your side without informing me.