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Har raat meri aankhein inhi sochon mein ghum ho jaati hain;
Ke mera maqsad-e-hayaat kya tha,
Aur mujhe thaka kin kaamon ne diya!
Oh, Ophelia
Heaven help a fool who falls in love
-The Lumineers
Why my heart skipped the beat, I recalled. It was your memory that teased me, I recalled.
It is tough today to even brace myself, oh friend! strange is my perplexing state; it’s you who I recalled.
Day was passing already giving some tough time, and then there’s your promise of evening, I recalled.
Those forgotten promises of devotion of yours, one would indeed become lifeless, if recalled
Once again crossed my sight – countless people, Once more some city of ecstasy, I recalled.
Even I would have revealed the state of heart, was only by the time you left that I recalled.
Sitting in a shadow of tranquility today “Nasir”, I cried a lot, of you what I care, I recalled.
— Nasir Kazmi
how can someone feel so much and feel so empty at the same time?
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
“Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It’s like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn. And that’s why they’re here. You’ll have that gift forever.”
— Danielle Steel, The Gift
“But then it passed, as all things do.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
“When it feels scary to jump, that is exactly when you jump. Otherwise you end up staying in the same place your whole life. And that I can’t do.”
𝚁𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 [𝟷𝟾𝟼𝟷-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟷]
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