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If you want to move forward in the race of life, work hard even when the world is sleeping.

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सीख रही हु..!

अब मुस्कुराना सिख रही हूँ,
अपना बनाना सीख रही हूँ,
अब मैं जीना सीख रही हूँ।

हर पल को गले से लगाना सीख रही हूँ,
लोगो को पहचानना सिख रही हूँ,
हाँ अब मैं भी जीना सीख रही हूँ।

अकेले चलना सिख रही हूँ
गिर कर सम्भलना सिख रही हूँ,
हाँ अब मैं जिंदगी जीना सीख रही हूँ।

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His smile
Her life...!

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💖💓LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT💓💖

It all got triggered 💡💘💡one fine
MORNING when I NOTICED 🙃
a ♍STRANGER♉
But the most BEAUTIFUL
👧 BLESSING🎁
of my LIFE🎎 in an
overcrowded 🏛 office 🔺LIFT🔻
standing in a corner
constantly staring 👁👁at
her 📱MOBILE SCREEN📱

☠☠😂GAME OVER 😂☠☠

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He is the ocean ,
I want to dive into.❤

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जब हम बड़े नासमझ थे मोब्बत की दुनिया से,
तब वो आये और हमें मोहब्बत सिखाकर चल दिए।
इतना ही शौक था गर हमसे दूर जाने का,
फिर क्यूँ आये और दिल दुःखा कर चल दिए।

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O rangrez

Kisi din kisi roj yun raste milenge
Waakif to rahoge na is chehre se
Kyun ki wo pagalpan liye sarebazaar milenge.
Badi khilafat si hai yaadein, bewajah to nahi
Lubhata hun risvaton se, kabul hi nahi karti
Kabhi inki bhi qaid se bahar aakar milenge.
manzilo se ab bhi kanhi dur hi bhatak rahe hai,
Na tujhko rahi na mujhe teri khabar hai
Magar zamane ki nazar mai dono ab tak khatak rahe hai.
Tu badla na hota to tujhe sine se laga leta
Par ab ki jab bhi mile to sire se milenge.

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मेरे ख़्वाब को आज पूरा कर दो,
मेरे सामने आ मुझे अधूरा कर दो।

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My playlist is the same. So are the Himachali apples that I am nibbling. What is different is the sky, its stars veiled by a thick smog, the once-near mountains left far behind, its blackness on the horizon scratched by spurts of purple light. In Delhi, even shadows are not dark. Everything is adulterated.

You are less than five kilometres away. A 15 minutes bicycle ride. Why don't I feel tempted to lurk around your balcony, holding my typewritten balcony letters in a pale envelope? Why don't I want to meet you at the Green Park station precisely at 9.15 am when you board the yellow line towards Connaught Place for work? Why don't I want to return your books that I took with me to the mountains and half-read? That reminded me of you like a never-ending hiccup? That had notes scribbled hurriedly in your fountain pen, saying, "Fodder for the one who writes. Yours.", "No love greater than one for literature. No love greater than one for the lover of literature. Yours." No name. Just ink. Fragrant, fluent, far. Like the mountains.

I know why I don't want to cross paths with you. In Delhi, even my love is adulterated. I miss the mountains more.

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