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Month: April 2020

Why This Night Is So Long?
30Apr By adminNo Comments
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Why This Night Is So Long?

Why sometimes it happens you want to share your feelings to someone but can’t share, just because you have a fear that you will lose them. The most beautiful feeling is when someone always makes you happy with their tiny little shits and you just smile while seeing those and continuously smile because you have no words to say, that how beautiful it feels.Why it happens that the most wonderful thoughts and feelings comes in night when the night is silent and no sound is there by around you, just your thoughts.Are those thoughts being the purest one’s directly comes from your heart, is it?I want to talk to her and we usually talk but today, why I felt like that this Night is so long, can’t I just talk to her again and again just to see her smile and those little shitty things which always ma...
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“Jo Hona hai wo Hoke Rahta hai”
27Apr By adminNo Comments
Hinglish

“Jo Hona hai wo Hoke Rahta hai”

Kya kisi ko asan hai dil ki har baat btana, ye soch k ki wo smajah lega hume. Hume bhi pta hota hai ki saamne se hume bus sahan-bhuti he milegi samajhne k naam pe, par tab bhi hmara dil hota he itna nadaan hai ki kisi ko btaye bina rahta he nahi hai. Kyunki dil mai ek Jwalamukhi rhta hai jo ubalta rahta hai agar wo sahi samay pe thanda na kiya jaaye to wo sirf vinaash he karta hai, dil ko dard he pohochata hai.Hum insaan bhi bade ajeeb bane hai, hume pata sab hota hai ki kya galat hai aur kya sahi hai aur koi agar updesh maangey to hum to gyan mai P.Hd kiye hote hai jaise agar humne gyan baata to saamney waale ki zindgi alag he mukaam pe pohoch jaayegi. Hume pata hone k baad bhi wo galtiyan karte zarur hai, aisa kyun hota hai, kya wo cheez hona likha hai isliye hoti hai?Sab kahte hai jo ho...
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When She Calls
27Apr By adminNo Comments
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When She Calls

Phone calls are a past time - a hallmark of an older era where communication was not so hidden. This was a time when there were no rules of who initiated the first contact and no decoding of messages and other mind games. This was a simple time of straightforward action and blunt declarations - and she is no different.  Phone calls are a past time but not for her. She has a persistent almost stubborn quality to her in her refusal to give in the status quo. She won't accept the norms. She won't accept the cowardice method of hiding behind texts. She only accepts the openness of what can be heard by the ears and seen in person. But sometimes external factors prohibit her preferences. Sometimes, she too must use the abhorred messages like everyone else but at any instance of a lengthy co...
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It was our Last Night
27Apr By adminNo Comments
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It was our Last Night

We promised we will be together for always, but I never expected that there could be our last night when we will talk to each other for the last time Happily. Why it all happened, everything was good all these years between us, a little fight always occurs in a relationship but after so long if that person goes far away from you, how it felts? Only that person knows who suffers. It breaks you Mentally, Emotionally, you will start feel like that there is nothing for you left in the world now. Every single second you will thing why all this happened to you only, what you did wrong that it all happened so sudden. You Never thought getting separate but you cannot stop what is written in your destiny.Number of thoughts occurs in your mind every time, but might be what you thought that everythin...
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She rests her head on my shoulders
27Apr By admin1 Comment
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She rests her head on my shoulders

She rests her head on my shoulders. She has been the last few hours. My shoulder is starting to get sore but I say nothing. The soreness is minuscule in comparison to her agony. If I must be subjected to pain so hers can be alleviated that I will be a willing participant. I will volunteer as tribute. I will take all of the hits if it meant she could sleep with a bit more peace.   She rests her head on my shoulders. She doesn't say much and neither do I. We've spoken of the predictable matters already. We've gone through the dance of catching up on irrelevant things. We could say more, there's plenty of words to be said but we don't. We just sit in each other's company and let the silence sooth whatever internally ails us.  She rests her head on my shoulders. She leans on m...
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