Dance, in the middle of the fighting. I thought you were really into him. He could not resist, The Judas Kiss. From The Wisdom Well of. How does it feel? .

March 16, 2017 in Uncategorized. Khuahish or zaroorat ki dhool main atta safar. Kay jinki manzilon main janaton ka aitebaar nahin. When words leave you no choice but to abandon them; for better or for worse. The fantastic pause button of life. There is no such thing. Is what everyone is asking or at least thinking in their head. He said while trying to hold the hot cup of tea. That is a bit much.

Save your brain for a rainy day, wrap it up, put it away! Reaching out to the pplzzz. Khawateen o hazraaat, aap ke bai-takkaluf aur pur zor israar pay, paish e khidmat, minjanib e bande e naacheez; aik chota mota post! I have terrible acidity from having one too many qeema parathas, and i suddenly feel terribly depressed for the state of our nation and our people and this world.

Give me new phoenix wings to fly at my desire. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. How to Find the Right Girl for your Son. Guide book a girl should be at least 5 years younger; in fact the older the son, the younger the bride to be. What? It is strange h.

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Lame emo post because whatever. I miss being able to see them whenever I wanted. Getting stuck abroad and going years without having a look at my loved ones was not how I pictured it back then.

The Chronicles of how boredom killed a Law student. The Art of babbling for Dummies. Because Hart had too much free time on his hands. The title has nothing at all to do with my post. But that would be too slutty, no? How about a butterfly tattoo? How about a star on my ankle? If yes, what is your purpose in life? These .

I walk and stare at this growing abstraction in my life. Always overlooked, and this day, it comes right at me. Like the waves of an ugly beach. Death be his foe, and I his friend. And the place seems new. The routes all wrong,. And the wind turns around. Stagnation and sorrow are my only friends,. If only I knew, how to just run,.

I think, therefore I am. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. A very good and eye opener article by Wusatullah Khan.