"Life's a wild ride, and no matter what choices you make, it'll throw some curveballs your way. Instead of stressing about making the 'perfect' decision, just own your choices and roll with it. When life inevitably proves you wrong, you'll be ready to laugh, learn, and move on. So, take the leap, enjoy the journey, and don't sweat the regrets – they're just part of the ride!"
POV : KUCH NA KUCH TOH PICHE REHJAYEGA..-
"Someone told me, 'If you truly loved your hometown's weather, you would never left it.' I said, 'You're only seeing the weather?' My love for this place runs deeper - the soil, the sky, the mountains, every road and street, the rivers... everything that makes it heaven.
But loving it doesn't mean I have to stay. Sometimes, the very things that make a place home can become toxic, suffocating. You can love a place from afar, cherish the memories, and still move forward. Distance doesn't dilute love; it often refines it."-
Life has a way of reflecting our actions back at us, often in unexpected ways. It reminds us of our mistakes, yet simultaneously propels us towards growth and improvement. Through its trials and tribulations, life teaches us valuable lessons, holds us accountable for our choices, and occasionally rewards us for our perseverance. The manifestations of our efforts may not always be immediately apparent, as we're often navigating new challenges. However, every experience comes with a cost, and each outcome is a testament to the value of our journey....
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Tumhe pata hai, maine bahut sahas juta kar tumhare tak pahunchne ki koshish ki. Jawab ka intezaar karte hue, maine tumhare uss diwar tak pahunch gaya jisko tumne apni dhal bana ke rehti ho.
Pata tha tum kuch dekhogi bhi nahi, lekin maine ummeed nahi chodi. Aur tumne jawab diya! Chahe woh kesa bhi jawab ho, tumne diya.
Hum dono mai ek cheez same hai - hum aaj ke tarikh mai khud ko pehle rakhna sikh chuke hain. Isse jyada badi baat aur kya ho sakta hai?
Mai aur mayush nahi hun, abb tumse jawab mila wahi kafi hai. Jawab mai firse wahi mere muh pe darwaja band kiya gaya, par iss bar diwar ke jagah mujhe darwaja dikha.
Mai khus hun, abb laut sakta hun fir se wahi jaha se kuch befizul sandesh leke aya tha. Kabhi agar tumhe waqt mile, toh yeh sab padhna.
Waqt bewaqt, humara milana toh hai hi nahi... Alvida, aur dhanyavad.-
One evening, I met a mystic on the road. I stepped out of my Merc and slipped some money into his bag. He grasped my hand and asked, "Son, are you troubled?"
I laughed, "Troubled? Me? I'm riding in a Maybach, wearing Jimmy Choos."
He pulled his hand back and said, "Your fate line is long, you're wealthy, you have the woman of your dreams, and you live a life of luxury. But you're guilty of something, something that haunts you, something that's eating away at you from the inside.-
That moment i Realised When,
Zia Mohyeddin said :
Mujhe Koi Yaad Karega kyun ?
Koi Meri Baat Kyu Sunega ?
Koi Mere Sath Kyun Chalega ?
Mai Ek Pal Hun, Jab Yeh Pal Bhi Guzar Chukega,
Mujhe Koi Yaad Kyu Karega ?-
Apni yahan ek local ki kahawat hai
"De Fisch stënt net an der Bäck, mee an der Déift."
Meaning - "The fish doesn't stink in the stream, but in the depth."
Matlab - Jo hum kabhi kabhi paresaan hote hai aur sochte hai ki muskil bahar se araha hai
Par asal mai woh cheezein andar se horahi hoti hai hume khud ke andar jhankna chahiye..-
I don't know why I'm troubled by thoughts of her today,
When I've long forgotten the moments we shared.
She probably doesn't even remember that I'm thinking of her.
Why am I still haunted by these thoughts after all these years?
Ten years have passed, and I've moved on.
So why do these memories resurface now?
I know I don't love her anymore.
Perhaps the seeds of pain I sowed have grown into a tree in my heart.
Why do I feel helpless when I'm the one who hurt her?
When life has moved on, and everything is fine, why do I still think of her?
Why do I yearn to see her, to hear her voice again?
Will I find solace in revisiting the past?
When I'm the one who rejected her?
What am I trying to prove? Do I want to apologize?
Do I want to ask her to free me from this burden?
What's wrong with me? I don't understand myself.
Maybe the wounds I inflicted are still hurting me today...
So many questions, and I'm the one asking them.
If she sees my state, she'll wonder why I'm still stuck in the past.
I won't be able to explain why I'm feeling this way...
Maybe I'm trying to break free from my own prison, but I'm not sure if I can.-
I'm Unaware of her present form, Her Whereabouts unknown,
Her address, a Mystery, her life, a story Unsewn.
Yet, I ponder, wherever she may be, whatever her state,
Undoubtedly, our Connection's lost, our bond, Irrevocably late.
Years Passed, her Memory dormant, until one morning's rise,
I Woke to find her shadow in the glass of water by my side,
My bed, a softness that envelops me,
My sheets, a gentle caress, aluxurious lair.
A Dream had stirred me, one where I searched for her in vain,
But Reality Hit Hard – She's gone, Lost to love's refrain.
Did she let me go, or did I lose her? This question haunted me,
A bittersweet torment that lingered, a Heartache's legacy.
As sunset dipped, and I lay on that same bed, I felt the Stab,
The Same Dagger I'd wielded, the wound I'd Inflicted, Ten years past.-
Neither Wisps of Cigarette Smoke, nor Wine's intoxicating sway,
Can erase the one who forever holds my thoughts at bay.
They ask me for a Remedy to Forget the past,
But I, too, have been searching, forever to last.-