Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.
Be-karaan tanhaaiyun ka silsila reh jaayega
Terey merey darmiyaan bas ek khalaa reh jaayega
Aks beh jaayenge saarey dhoop ke sailaab mein
Aur koye paaniyoun mein jhaankta reh jaayega
Mujhko merey humsafar, aisa safar darpesh hai
Raasta kat bhi gaya tou faasila reh jaayega
Laug so jaayenge khaamushi ki chadar odh ker
Chaand sooney aanganoun mein jaagta reh jaayega
The youngsters coming up now just go through the motions necessary to make the play. They should bounce around a little, show some life and zip. It adds a little action and gives the fans something to look at rather than the monotonous routine, no matter how perfectly the play is made.
Bus Yahi Ek Raat Mili Hai Muqaddar Se Mujhe,
Uski Baahon Mein Rah Lene Do,
Zubaan Se To Gile Shiqwe Hi Mile Hain,
Ab Khamoshi Se Kuchh Kah Lene Do,
Bus Yeh Hi Ek Raat Mili Hai Muqadar Se Mujhe,
Aaj In Aankhon Se Baat Kar Lene Do !!
When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.
The simple recognition that everyone else wants to be happy and not to suffer, just as I do, serves as a constant reminder against selfishness and partiality. It reminds us there is little to be gained from being kind and generous while hoping to win something in return. Actions motivated by a desire to earn a good name for ourselves are still selfish, even if they appear to be acts of kindness.