Dhruv

मृतस्य जन्म ध्रुवम् - mrtasya janma dhruvam - for the dead, life (i.e, reincarnation) is certain

[ilaughedatafuneral]

suck it up losers!!!

@wini16

[qalbofnight]

Hairat hai ki hum log bhi thukraye huwe hain,

Hum jaisey to seeney se laganey ke liye they,

[rootlessly]

autumn mornings ⋇ 5 oct

[cherrychapati]

LOVE WILL FIND YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN EVEN WHEN YOU THINK IT WON'T

[ilaughedatafuneral]

“I don’t want to leave you yet” @wini16

[ilaughedatafuneral]

Agar tum saath ho!

[ilaughedatafuneral]

@wini16

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’.

[weltenwellen]

Chen Chen, from "Elegy for My Sadness", When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

[ilaughedatafuneral]

By that time, the known world lost its each and every colour to me, yet, I didn’t speak about it.

[ilaughedatafuneral]

The hefty regrets, spurting rage, and above all the vacuum of loss. They ask us to swallow all of that, all at once.

But nobody dares to tell how?

[ilaughedatafuneral]

And so, these stories persisted, for not all men yearn for rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of a storm coursing through their veins. Even I, by some stroke of fortune, managed to change the tumultuous currents of life, emerging without injury and in one piece on more occasions than I care to count.

[ilaughedatafuneral]

When Gulzar Sahab said “Ek Samandar hai jo mere kabu mein hai, aur ek katra hai jo mujhse sambhala nahi jata.” It all made sense to me. It was as if a veil had lifted.

The "Samandar," an expanse of emotions, experiences, and life itself, lay within the realm of one's influence. It symbolised the controlled chaos of our lives, a sea of memories, dreams, and choices.

Yet, in between this vastness, there existed a "katra" — a droplet, a singular entity slipping through the fingers of control.

[ilaughedatafuneral]

I was not ready for anything to happen, but it happened and I felt paralyzed.

[ilaughedatafuneral]

We learn to crawl and to fall too. We even try to understand and give meaning to the pain of others. But when it comes to addressing ours, we go back to our innocent childhood form holding a broken toy. The broken toy can be glued but the thing with glue is that the toy won’t roll further.

[ilaughedatafuneral]

We all are just a crash, a diagnosis, an emergency phone call, a broken heart away from being a completely different person. How fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forever?

[ilaughedatafuneral]

When faced with tragedy, the sheer weight of grief can be paralysing. It's like being submerged in a sea of pain, and the mind, in its attempt to shield itself, resorts to a numbing effect. You find yourself unable to fully grasp the enormity of the loss.