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“I’d love to be in love.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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"I'd gaze at him as though his were the first face I'd ever seen"

- Ellen Bass, from Mules of love; "Remodeling the Bathroom,"

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When Franz Kafka said, "I am not well, I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling onto life and reason."

When Frida Kahlo said, "I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return."

When Elizabeth Wurtzel said, "I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave."

And when Jaun Elia said, "Har haal mein hasne ka hunar paas tha jinke, woh rone lage hai, toh koi baat toh hogi."

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Tumhe dil mai rkha tha,

tum zara sa dil hi rkhlete.

-Jaun Elia

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" Koi nahi marta kisey ke beghair "

We often hear this line whenever someones tries to tell their grief when they lose someone. Yes, it's true

" Agar aap saans chalney ko zindagi guzarna kehtey hain toh waqayi koi nahi marta "

But no one talks about

" Humein zindagi jeeney thi guzarni nahi thi "

And then Jaun elia said

" Jo guzari na ja saki humse , humne wo zindagi guzari hai "

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Neelu,

Jaisa tumhra naam tha tum bhi bilkul vaisi hi thi, aasmaan ki tarah, saari umar apna ishq lutaya tumne sab par bas badle mei tumhe kabhi vo ishq nahi mila. Jab mujhe tumse ishq hua tab shayad samay sahi nahi tha, tum kisi aur ke ishq mei thi aur aasmaan tha ki sabko bheegone mei laga tha.

Lekin tab bhi jab durr raha tumse, tum hamesha mere qareeb hi rahi, tumhri baatein, tumhari aankhein, tumhara pyaar se sharmana, tumhara gusse mei naak chadana sab sath raha.

Hum doobara phir mile, milte kyu naa tum aasmaan thi mai zameen ek dusre se bach kar jaate kaha, tum phir paas aayi, phir sharmayi, jo mere andar ishq ki bachi hui jagah thi usko tumne pura apne naam se likha diya.

Aur phir jab tumne mujhse ishq kiya, doobara samay ne apna muh mod liya.

Nida Fazli ne shayad sahi hi likha hai “kisi ko mukammal jahan nhi milta, kahin zameen toh kahin aasmaan nahi milta.”

Tumse phir utna hi durr ho gaya jitni durr aasmaan se zameen hai, ishq mukammal hone ko tha aur toofan ne jaise shehar ujad diya.

Mai karta bhi toh kya? Shayad maine jo kiya vo galat hi kiya, aasmaan ke bina aakhir zameen hai hi kya, ye laachar aankhein ab kiski aur dekhegi, ye dil par jo naam likha hai iski syahi konse pani se nikalegi?

Ek aag mei shayad tum jal rahi ho, ek dhoop mei ab mai bhi hamesha tadpta rahuga.

Aur shayad uss baarish ki duaan maanguga jis baarish mei hum dusri baar mile the.

Uss baarish ke aane tak apna khayaal rkhna.

tumhara Jay

-aadi (letter to Nilofer from Jay / Jubilee)

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I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished.

~Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

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I don't hate people. I just feel better when they're not around.

Charles Bukowski

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Types of grief/rage stored in me :

1) That of a Victorian woman sick of patriarchal society and its absurd customs

2) That of an old Indian man who has seen too much of the world, sitting on his terrace at the crack of dawn sipping chai and even sighing in Urdu (ye waqt bhi guzar jaayega is my mantra)

3) That of a 14 year old boy with hormones clogging his nerves

4) That of the 2nd child born to a poor couple when China followed its 'One Child Policy'

5) That of a single Mother and the eldest daughter

6) That of the only breadwinner in an Indian family of 16 people

7) That of the youngest daughter-in-law of an Indian family

8) That of a 9 year old girl from the 1600s accused of performing witchcraft about to be hanged in Salem

9) That of an overburdened student hiding their tears in a public library

10) That of the least popular member of a music band

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— the picture of Dorian Gray

....... Oscar Wilde

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बहुत नज़दीक आती जा रही हो,

बिछड़ने का इरादा कर लिया क्या…

-जौन एलिया

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Making someone feel seen, heard and understood is the loudest way to love them.

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”

— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

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“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

— Carl Jung

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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

-Sylvia Plath

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Read this twice, sometimes the person you want doesn't deserve you.