The Love of Stories ❤

In primary school, I had a teacher who used to tell us moral stories every week. And we all used to listen with awe and excitement. 
Even before that, there was a set of some 5-6 stories that my father used to tell me and brother repeatedly when it was our ‘good day’ before we slept. With all the expressions and sounds and liveliness; those stories sure made his kids either open their WIDE with excitement, or cringe, or cry or be happy. All those stories had little things which he wanted us to learn so he told us those stories over and over again. Whether it was to tell us that good habits will take us a long way in life and bad ones will destroy us, or that we should trust our parents and never hide anything from them, all the stories are etched in my mind completely as they were; word by word to be told to other kids :D   
I’m sure most of us were fond of either listening to stories or storytelling back in the days.

When we grew up however, the frequency got lesser and lesser. But then in 2012, I started following Neelesh Misra on radio and was back to ‘a-story-a-day’.

A couple of weeks ago, me and a friend started listening to his show, “Qisson ka Kona” On Saavn. We have been religiously listening to a story together every day right before we sleep. It has been a wonderful experience. Some days the stories let the tears flow, some days they leave a big smile on the face, and some days, they are just unexpected and leave us surprised and thinking throughout the day. (Don’t judge a story by its title! :P) It’s very common that we end up discussing our thoughts about the stories and the characters.
A lot of times we can relate to them.

The beauty of the entire thing is that: The stories he tells are quite simple, yet very thoughtful. They are not too far-fetched or too impossible. But, they are the things which keep happening with everyone now and then. When we think about it, we meet a hidden corner in ourselves… waiting to expose itself by a stimulus like this. Moreover, we also end up sharing similar things with each other which we never thought we would tell anyone.

In the end, either the sweetness of the story calms us after the ending “Bingggg!” Or they put our thoughts on fire and after that, calms us up. Either way we feel relaxed slipping into the world of dreams, away from our daily routine for some time!

Over this time,

I have found bedtime stories back along with an ocean of secrets, and the strings of our bond have grown stronger: with stories, as well as with each other. :D

In fact, that's what we all will become one day- Stories! :) Or in the evergreen Kishore Kumar's style: "Ek din bik jaaega maati ke mol, Jag mein reh jaenge pyaare tere bol"

Some days, I realize I was cycle waali chiraiyya, 
while on others we reminisce over paper boats, 
or feel sorry about hakim sahab ke chori hue joote, 
or cry our eyes out over the Pashmina tragedy, 
or we cry happy tears when Bangla No. 8 is blessed with children's laughter, 
or I point out to him that he appears to be boss wali beghum's husband, 
or wonder how effortless was making naye dost while falling off the bus, 
or wait eagerly for the reply of the lady who went from Guwahati to Dibrugarh, 
or think how a thing as trivial as a nakhoon would make a girl realize what she wanted from her life and what she didn't.
And on other days, we simply smile at the sweetness of the suicide note, 
or well up because of the innocence of poor Dibiya.
We are loving the stories more and more with each passing day :D

Now if you people excuse us it’s the time to choose today’s story J

Tada :D