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here are hands to hold your sorrow and tea to warm your soul.

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“ Tum mujhse puchte ho mujhe tumhari kaunsi baat acchi lagti hai, main tum se kaise kahun tumhari kaunsi baat mujhe acchi nahi lagti”

- Kashaf from Zindagi Gulzar Hai

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me? I want a simple, cozy life with you. a home which we decorate ourselves and place things according to ourselves. the candle stand might be in the wrong corner and the couch shouldn’t have been settled in the room in the first place but who cares?

a life with the color of rainbows and shades of the sky. where laughters would always ring loudly and there would be enough warmth to lit up the entire city. we can even have a cat one day.

life with you, it would be beautiful and enough. more than enough.

- excerpt from the book, Postcards without an Address, out now on amazon

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“ You are an artist. You look at stained glasses and window panes with majesty coloring your eyes.

You are the best person I know. You carry goodness and cannot hide it even if you want to.

You are a good person bad things have happened to. You are my favourite person”

- a page from the book, Postcards Without an Address , out now on amazon

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ملتقانا غداً

“ Until we meet again.”

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“My light, I can’t wait to spend the numbered days of my uncertain life with you. I can’t wait for you to send me random sky pictures. Can’t wait to share poetic pieces with you and talk about them. Can’t wait to share waves of laughter with you. to feel the warmth of your presence throughout my life.”

- page from my book, Postcards Without an Address

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Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

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“Let me keep my little life to myself.”

- Aiskhylos, Agamemnon, trans. Anne Carson

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“ The goal is to be the sunshine, full of hope, grace and mercy. To be the source of joy and peace for others and self. To laugh, smile and love endlessly.”

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“you are so soft and offer me such tenderness. I know that I’ll grow old and start losing the sharpness of my memory. but what I know more than that is that I may be grey and wrinkled with loose memory but still have a beautiful painstaking love for you inside of me. it’s impossible to feel this way but it’s like my love for you gets better every single day. like it’s growing inside of me.”

- a letter, from the book, Postcards without an Address

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“ I like all the shades and version of you. The talkative you. The silent you. The angry you. The stubborn you. The childish you. The you that never pays any heed to commands. The you that breaks every rule. The vivid reader in you. The arrogant you. The kind you. The ruthless in you that is saved only for me. All of you. And I like the colour of your laughter the most.”

مجھے تمہارے سارے رنگ اور انداز پسند ہیں، تم باتیں کرنے والے، تم خاموش رہنے والے، تم غصے میں رہنے والے، تم بہانے کرنے والے، تم جو بچکانہ ہو، تم جو کبھی اصولوں پر توجہ نہیں دیتے، تم جو ہر اصول کو توڑتے ہو، تم جو عقلمند ہو، تم مہربان ہو، تم جو بے رحم ہو، جو صرف میرے لیے محفوظ ہو۔ سب۔ اور مجھے تمہاری ہنسی کا رنگ سب سے زیادہ پسند ہے۔

- from the book, Postcards without an address

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A list of beautiful things to say -

1. Apna khayaal rakha karein

2. Let’s watch the sunset together

3. Ek cup chaye?

4. Remember to drink water

5. Text me when you reach home

6. Do you read books?

7. This reminded me of you

8. Saving this photograph of ours in my favourites gallery

9. There is a new place opening around the corner with our favourite cuisine. Let’s go there together

10. Khush raha karein

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16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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- a poem from my book, Postcards without an Address, out now on amazon ❤️

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- picture format of my poem part 1

from the book postcards without an address, page 28

Qamari, my moon 🌙 ❤️

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- picture format of my poem ❤️

Picture credits to owner

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“ I want to remember all the details with which my eyes drink you in. I want to remember the way the light hits your face.”

“The way the wind ruffles your hair. The way flowers crane their necks to look at you. The way the earth longs to meet your feet.”

“I want to remember the way your face acquires a solemn expression when your thoughts are scattered.”

“ Want to remember how your laugh bounces across the walls bringing them to life. Want to remember how the windows reflect your appearance and shimmer with light.”

“Want to remember how the floor misses your feet. Want to remember how lifeless things delight on being touched by your hands.”

“Want to remember the line of my name stitched in your palm. Want to remember the love weaved with it.” - page 28, from the book, Postcards without an Address