A glimpse of moon

 SOUND OF  SILENCE Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki It happened for once, after many years Midnight, I sat by the rusty window with baggy eyes Looked outside, not in search of stars But silence. I never found silence in that dark corner of my room Or under the lamp Or even at 5 in the morning. I found my silence in a stranger’s smile In a baby’s cry In the wet grass of my lawn And In my family’s picture, drawn I understood what silence looked like But what exactly does it sound like? Does it sound like the thumping of heart? Or the voice in my head Voices from a beautiful art Or like the mourn of a dead? Does silence exist in finding the midnight sun Or sweet scented flowers In empty houses Or in cold water showers? Sound of silence Is a place where my desires, judgement and solace subside. Sound of silence is in a goodbye It is in the child’s first cry In the forgiveness of someone In the tears of happiness In the feeling of s...

WHY SAREGAMA’S CARVAAN BECAME A SUCCESS IN THE AGE OF GAANA AND SAAVN?   Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -   Harshita Solanki Saregama’s Carvaan is a portable music devise which consists of a collection of 5000 songs which cover 50 years of Hindi Cinema Music , which are classified on the basis of artists and moods.   Saregama’s Carvaan became a hit in the age of Gaana, Saavn and YouTube because of the following reasons-   SAMPLING When sampling of the product was done, the younger employees suggested of adding more technology to it. But the product’s focus was not the younger generation but the age group above 40 . And if the people of this age group wanted some addition to the technology then they wouldn’t have any problem in downloading and streaming songs from Gaana, Saavn and YouTube. 80% of the product was right before its introduction in the market, so it was good to go.   1)       ...

Phases of life Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki Oldest of all tombs Slipping out of mother’s womb Learning to stride along with dad To shrewdly getting away and sad.   Too excited to grow old Lamenting while being bold Abating the storm of memories Fighting appalled situations with ease.   Coming home to mother’s benevolence To sitting with the lover at corner bench From uprooting the grass To building a family tree. From causing a ruckus To breathing free.   From making erroneous decisions To raising your kids From having a cushion fight To calmly feeling the winds.   These are all just phases of life.

"The strong man is strongest man alone" Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki As the news of  Sushant Singh Rajput’s  suicide circulated, It shocked everyone with the feeling of remorse that how could a 34 year old young, successful and prominent  bollywood actor who had hands full of wealth, fame and crores of fans around the world opted this dreadful way to end his life. In spite of having so many friends in personal life & millions of fans, he was so alone surrounded with thoughts, facing Depression -  a constant state of sadness or feeling blue.  He had been suffering from  depression  for about six months. Some medical prescriptions and  reports were found in his room which indicate that he was taking professional help for dealing with his issues.   The reason of his suicide isn’t known because no suicide note was discovered. As per the news, some of his friends were with him ...

 "Woman must not accept, she must challenge"     Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki                   This article is based on my mother's childhood memory which co-relates to the current lockdown situation. When the government gave relaxation in lockdown by opening up a few places, the most crowded ones were beer shops with long and  never ending queues.    We have been scared of this virus to death but here, social distancing was like something out of the blue. It seemed like people ran out of their houses like they have been craving for a drop of water in a dessert, maybe they were. On the other hand, I was startled with the thought that how were these men and women able to survive for this long without their  ‘Amrit’ .     I am a regular newspaper reader and these days it’s only flooded with the  covid 19  updates. But, the day I r...

Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki When I sit down to write I want to pen down my only prominent fight,   We all know There’s some side of us that’s dark Close to our heart & yet so far.   All the people of my age, your age Are trapped in some sort of cage.   We all have something shattered within us Being scared of disclosure, we just Put a pretentious smile on our face Because we have to keep up with the ongoing pace.   There are moments when somebody else pulls our strings But you know, here’s a thing,   We were told, Happiness is all sunshine And Solitary is all darkness But aren’t we the ones who actually created this mess?   All this mess where Black is dark and white is light Where are the other colors during our state of plight?   I hope to wake up, winning this fight, one day Where black is prosperity And so is grey.

Grandma’s Hands Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki When grandma held me for the first time, Her hands didn’t shake back then. She dropped a tear when heard my first cry, A cub was born in the lioness’ den.   I visited her after two long months, Reached out to her wrinkled hands.   Dull, grey, nervous, earthy, That held tenderness of a mother        And Wariness of a father.   I remember, Grandma used to put me to sleep at the corner of the bed, Made a fort of pillows around me, So I wouldn’t fall and yell.   She knitted beautiful sweaters of wool, When powerfully skilled hands were her only tool.   Pretending to be oblivious of her inevitable aging, She frowns charmingly, but her cheeks are aching.   As I felt the warmth of her precarious hands over my face, I wiped my tear, that rolled down, in haste.   Then she hugged me tight like a little...