Everything was dark, the atmosphere was moist and cold. The hallway was being sprinkled with flickering lights as I slowly passed through it. The sound of my footsteps echoed to and fro until it reached my ears. The college seemed empty, although people were passing by. But each one of them had a smile on their face, a pretty weird smile. (Read the caption)
The train passed through the wild just like the time passes through life and inevitably dragged me towards the end although I was stuck to the seat that life had provided.
Few stops came by and some people got off because it was their end and some got off because they understood what is the end.
The journey continued.
I didn't realise until I realised that it was the end. I understood the journey to the end just at the end. The destination arrived or I suppose , the destiny did.
hai ilm b nahi tujhe ki jalte hai ham tere usko Jaan kehne se behtar bejaan se ho jaate, dekh kar b ye sab anjaan rehne se par kar b nahi paate himmat ishaar karne ko tera pyaar dekh kar
What does that insurance that I pay each and every month pay me back? What do you think ,is it even compensable for my life? No.
I am in search of that life insurance that can pay me back before my life ends. An insurance that can pay me with love and care with the installments of love and care. Someone with whom life feels secured is the actual life insurance for me. Someone with whom every bit of my pain is insured, even insured the last flash of pain while I gasp my last breath along with your smell before falling into your arms. Isn't that the perfect life insurance?
wo aasman b aj samandar me hai dooba jisme jhaank kar ham udne ki aas karte the chehera murjha sa gya hai aapka mehbooba jise ham phool se toolna karte the
what is overthinking? is there something like that which even exists? or its just a thinking that there is an useless thinking. But that is what overthinking is. But again who am I to question what's overthinking? And thinking about questioning the thinking of overthinking?!