I love the sound of the distant bugle call in the countryside in early morning I love to be pushed in busy crowds I love the sound of gongs and trumpets along the streets I love circus performances I even wish to die in this moment of glorious encounter.
A lobster bisque ought to be the crowning glory of the potager. And this one was excellent. Silky as a gigolo's compliment and fishy as a chancellor's promise.
Tere bina kabhi bhi yeh dil na rahey,
tujh se juda hokey mai jiyoun yeh khuda na karey,
tu rahay ga meri dharkan ban ke zindgi bhar,
yeh aalag baat hai ki zindgee na rahey.
GRAVITATION, n. The tendency of all bodies to approach one another with a strength proportioned to the quantity of matter they contain-the quantity of matter they contain being ascertained by the strength of their tendency to approach one another. This is a lovely and edifying illustration of how science, having made A the proof of B, makes B the proof of A.
Sall bad ye din aaya hai..
Apane sang khushiyo ki bahar laya hai…
Hakikat me to apase na mil payenge…
Lekin SAPANEme hi apako wish karenge…
~~~Happy Birthday~~~