The fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness.
The field is a halfway house, halfway between the detail of those intimately known places and the ignorance of a landscape view ... The essence of a field is that the cultural accommodates the natural there. The human being makes room for and makes use of those organisms that are not him. In that way the field is a poem to symbiosis, and a human contract with the natural.
Chehre par marne wale hajar mil jayenge,
Kuch log har jarurat puri kar janenge,
Khawahish hai uski jo dil se samjhe hame,
Humto jindgi bhi uske naam kar jayenge…
Paas Apke Duniya ka Har Sitara Ho,
Door Apse Gum Ka Kinara Ho,
Jab B Apki Palke Jhapke,
Samne Wahi Ho Jo Aapko Duniya Me
Sabse Pyara Ho. By: Rahul 89898 09412
Door of mem0ries will never cl0se..
H0w much we miss our dears n0 one kn0ws.
Days will pass like years and..
WE WILL REMEMBER THE MEM0RIES IN SILENT TEARS.
I find that truly heartbreaking that, like, it's such a common, constant thing in people's lives - a brutal abuse of people by other people, and it's just accepted.
Chupa Lu Is Tarah Tujhe Apni Baahon Me..
Ki
Hawa Bhi Guzarne Ki Izazat Maange..
Aye Sanam Ho Jau Itna Madhosh Tere Pyar Me..
Ki
Hosh Bhi Aane Ki Izazat Maange..!
A hen laid an egg on Ind-Pak border.Both of dem fought 4d egg.Finally Ind said,whoever kisses more women in othr country wins d egg.Pak agreed.Indians went 2 pak&kissed 10000 women & came back.pak wer excited !.They said"its our turn".India said "keep the egg with u".
Jai Hind. India rocks!
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We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!