Razaa loved playing with musical instruments like “tabla” or “harmonium”.
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This blog is dedicated to "Razaa" who was born prematurely at 26 weeks on 14th March, 2005 and left us all of a sudden on 12th May, 2008. In her short life, she went through a lot of ups and downs...and in the process, touched the lives of a lot of people. She will always continue to live in our hearts.
razaa
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
"Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame other, imagine how our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild."
3 comments:
we miss u razaa
MERI BACHEA JADO TU PAIDA HOYE SI,WAQT TO PEHLA TAN MAIN MANI SI RAB DI RAZAA,TE HUN JADO TU TUR GAYI HAI WAQT TO BAHUT PEHLA TAN VI MAN RAHI HAN RAB DI RAZAA.
PAR US RAZAA VICH JADO TU JAMI SI TE ES RAZAA VICH JADO TU TUR GAYI HAI BEVAKTE,BADA FARQ HAI!!!
MERA MAN TAN MANDA HE NAE KI TU SATH CHAD DITA HAI MERA,HAR SHAI ,HAR JAGAH CH MAIN TAINU HE DAIKHDI HAN,MERE JISM VICH TERE SAHAN DI MITHI KHUSHBOO AJE VI BARKRAR HAI,AJE VI RAAT NU SAUNDEAN APNI CHATI TE TERA HE NIG MEHSUS KARDI HAN.
GHAR VICH TERE BOLAN DIAN KILKARIAN MAIN SARA DIN SUNDI HAN,HAR AUN VALA HAWA DA BULLA TERE AN DI DASTAK DINDA HAI,HAR BACHE CHO BACHEA MAIN TERA HE AKSH LABDI HAN,PAR JADO TU NAE DISDI ,TAN MAN MASOS KE BAITH JANDI HAN,TE SOCHDI HAN.....TERA TE MERA SATH ENE THODA KYU SI??????????
EK EK PAL MAIN TERE NAL BATEET KITA,OH PAL MAIN KIVEN BHUL JAVAN!!!!!!!!!!BHALA MAA APNE BACHEA NU BHUL SAKDI HAI???????????TERI HONDH TAN MERE KAN KAN VICH HAI.HUN VI SAVERE UTH KE MAIN TERA HE CHEHRA DAIKHDI HAN,HAR JAGAH HAR THA TU HE DIKHDI HAI,
MAIN AKHAN BAND KARDI HAN TE TU KOL HUNDI HAI,AKH KHOLDI HAI TAN TU CHALI JANDI HAI US JAHAAN CH JITHON KOI MUR NAE AUNDA PAR...............MAIN BAHAAN ULAR KE TERE AUN DI UDEEK KARDI HAN,PAR..........TU NAE AUNDI,PAR TU NAE AUNDI.
Veerji & Nancy,
Sorry for not mailing so far. You had always
been in my thoughts, but i was at a loss for words.
Now that I've mustered the courage to face you, I
thought I must tell you this much only; that you are
always in my thoughts, so will Raza be. The vacuum and
pain left by the loss of Raza will remain etched in
our hearts forever. I hope that with passage of time,
the great healer that it is, the intensity will
reduce. In the meanwhile all that we can do is to
submit to His will, put up a brave front and try to
get on with our lives. Also wanted to tell you that I
admire you both for the dignity and courage with which
you faced the tragedy.Maybe God gives pain to those
people whom he knows has the ability to handle it, to
emerge stronger. Maybe, Raza overcame the disabilities
of her short life,through her journey back!Some where
I had read, maybe Raza was that; A SUNBEAM LENT TO US
SO BRIEFLY!
love
bijoy
please do reply when you get time
M Bijoy
Squadron Leader
Indian Air Force
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