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The dawn broke as the line of cars drove out of Surajgarh Palace. The Royal white Land Rover had Jaivanta and Hansa with Patta who seemed pretty quiet since the previous evening and worried Hansa. Jalal drove Rukaiya, Chaks and Sau with baby Aarchi who was still in deep sleep on her mother’s lap. Heer was having a pretty bad headache so Shakti insisted they would start their journey as soon as she woke up, as it would be wrong to wake up a person who was talking and laughing to herself all night. Ajabde wanted to stay back for Heer but Shakti’s continuous pursuance made her realise he just wanted some alone time with the crazy side of a wife he handled so maturely last night. That left Pratap to keep aside the heaps of luggage in his car to make room for Ajabde and Brownie at the last moment as Kakasa ran to inform him at the porch to wait for Ajabde Baisa. Pratap nodded with a faint smile and stared back once at the lawns. Well, until next time! The sound of her footsteps made him tu

Okay, my first try at poetry, mind you its err... how to say horrible in a better language? Ahh well, I will say with my bad Hindi and worse poetic sense, Bhavnao ko samjho !!! Here goes.  Paintings by Hemakshi Khasgiwala Veerangana Gatha Ao Sunaaye Tumko Gathaa, Gaatha kuch Veero ki, Gatha ek swaraj ki, Sapna ek swadhinta ki. Gatha Patniyoke Prem o ki, Gaatha Maa o ke Biswaso ki. Ao sunaye tumko gatha, Gatha ek Mewar ki. Gatha ek Maratha Ki. Gatha ek Bharat ki. Yeh katha hai Shurveero ki, Maharana O ki, Maharaja O ki. Yeh gatha hai Chatrapatiyo ki. Gatha unke yudho ki, adarsho ki, sammano ki. Kahani Unn Maharaniyo ka, Rajkumariyo ka, Veerangana o ka. Katha unke atmasammano ka. Premo Ka. Bhaktiyo ka. Gatha ek Meera ka, ek Padmini ka, Ek Karnavati ka. Suno katha unn Maa o ka. Unke Parvarish Ka. Balidaano ka. Yeh Gatha ek Jijabai ka, ek Panna Dhai ka, ek Jaivanta Bai ka. Suno katha unn Patniyo ka. Unke pratikska ka. Tapasya ka. Unke vacha