A sheet of your long hair drapes my pillow like a blanket. I cautiously place my heavy head on it, close my eyes and wait, until all the air that I breathe in smells of your hair. To be precise, of L'Oreal hair conditioner, part-aphrodisiac, part-air-freshener. Until my arms curl around your bosom, cup you in my palms, making you twitch in your dreams.

Your hair flutters under the fan, pokes my ear, jump-starting me out of my sleep. You are gone. My pillow cover is made of cotton, is wet with my sweat and carries leftovers of the L'Oreal that you left behind, that I have been using to port myself to those days when you were here. Those days when your fragrant sheet of hair never tickled my ear. Your little fingers were there to do that.

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When I think of blood donation.
I discern that our one simple step :
Can save many lives...........
Can save happiness of many families......

So please donate ur blood and get a truck load of lots of blessings in return.....😊

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मै साथ दूंगा तेरा सातों जनम,

तू साथ चलने का वादा तो कर।

तू तोड़कर दुनिया के रिश्ते,

इक मेरा रिश्ता निभाने का वादा तो कर।

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Kuch toh ajeeb hai hum dono me
Usse ye kinara pasand hai
Toh mujhe uski gehraai..
#notmywords

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ITNA BHI KISI KO MAT CHAHO
KI EK DIN VO KAH DE KI
TUMNE PYAAR HI KAB KIYA
AUR TUM TOOT JAO....

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"I DON'T KNOW"

Why? DAILY I go to the GRAVEYARD where
she was BURIED 3 years back, SITS next to her
&
REQUESTING to COMEBACK.
Knowing the FACT that she will NEVER EVER!!!

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Such lines, wrinkles and riddles on your face are showing the vast experience of your life. Why should i not learn something from you !!!???

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You filled colours in my life
Like the rainbow in the sky
Forget all the sorrows
Bcoz I won't let tears enter in your eye

The day you entered in my life
I got a feeling , something new
Now my sorrows and happiness
Starts and ends at you

-Parth Bishnöi & M@ń$i J@iN❤

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Father's are like the roots of a tree,
Without whom,
The house is just like a box,
Discipline lost,
Respect is just to be owed,
Enemies barking like crows,
Society eager to have jibber-jabberings,
Relationships scrambling,
Struggles doubling,
Life shrinking.

Father the only man who
represents the family,
To whom the world
salutes with dignity.

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Jin raaste pe mai chal raha tha ,
bahuto ne rukaawat daali unme ,
shayad meri khushi unhe gawara na thi,
Akhir thak haar ke , toota dil leke,
mai wapas laut aaya un logo ke chehre ki khushi dekhne aur apni khushiyon ki maut ka aagaz sunne,

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