You have two types of writers: one like Proust who was locked in his room and wrote the masterpiece. And the other type was Hemingway who celebrated life and also wrote a masterpiece.
एक:point_up:�लड़की:princess_tone1:ने मुझसे #पूछा आप तो #बहोत:ok_hand:� �#�Sмαят�:relaxed:हो फिर भी आपकी:sunglasses:�#�Giяℓfяιєи∂:girl_tone1:नही:x:है...??तब मैंने:man_with_gua_pi_mao_tone1:मुस्कुरा:blush:कर कहा,हमे:heart_eyes:सच्चा प्यार #करने का शौक:kissing_heart:है मैडम�#�Tiмєραѕѕ�:alarm_clock:का नही..!!!
thukra de koi jo dil toot jata hai,.tod deti hai yaaden jab koi apna hi samjh nahi pata hai ...sach kahte hain duniya wale ,. Insan dimaag se nahi dil se har jata hai..
Koi gham nahi magar dil udas hai,
Tujh se koi rishta nahi phir bhi ek aas hai,
Kehne ko bohut apnay magar tu ek khas hai,
Zyada emotional na honauper sub bakwa hai:D
I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.
Do Dilo Ki Dhadkano Mein Ek Saaz Hota Hai,
Sab Ko Apni-Apni Mohobbat Pe Naaz Hota Hai,
Us Mein Se Har Ek Bewafa Nahi Hota,
Us Ki Bewafai Ke Peeche Bhi Koi Raaz Hota Hai.
Tufaan Tinko Ko Uda Kar Chala Gaya..
Guzra Waqt Bahut Kuch Sikha Kar Chala Gaya..
Aise Bhi Hote Hain Dunia Me Log Socha Na Tha..
Jisne Chup Karaaya Tha Wahi Rula Kar Chala Gaya..!
Raj