“Kuch rishte ajeeb hi dor mein bandhe hote hain Takrar se shuru hote hain, nafrat ke saaye mein panapte hain Girte hain, padte hain, par kaayam rahte hain. Nafrat badhti jaati hai aur rishte ki gaanth aur gehri hoti jaati hai. Itni ki ek din nafrat bhhi aur badhne se sharma jati hai, aur woh rishta sirf ek bandhan ban ke rah jaata hai. Lekin sirf nafrat waala. Kabhi kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise nafrat ke us maahol mein kuchh to hai Jo humse kehta hai ki is ansune, anjaane se, ankahe se ehsaas ko ek mauka to do. Par jis rishte ki neenv hi nafrat pe rakhi gayi ho, usse kuch bhi ummeed lagana Naadani nahi to aur kya hoga? Aur shayad yeh naadaani hum kar baithe hain Warna kyun itni nafrat ke baawjood humein aapki yaad aa rahi hai? Kyun hum aapse ladte hain, jhagadte hain lekin aapke jaane ke baad aap hi ki raah dekhte hain…hawaaon se aapki baatein karte hain…”
My favorite mood
-It’s dark and stormy, right before it rains
-the wind is blowing into my window and clanging my shades
-I have copius amounts of chocolate, and hot food.
-I have hundreds of episodes of IPKKND
-It’s Saturday and I can waste it all if I want without worrying about tomorrow.
