और भी दुख हैं ज़माने में मोहब्बत के सिवा राहतें और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा
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Love
I think we underestimate how deep love goes.
The DNA makes up a person, all information needed for the person to work is held within it, how our organ should develop, how our brain should develop etc. Although a lot of stuff for brain development is scavenged off the surroundings.
We all begin with a different template, everyone with unique wiring, what we would grow up to be, or what we will like is as if almost decided, although our experiences shape if we turn out that way. Whatever we are is these chemical signals and more that science hasnt explained yet, and through all of this comes a day when you make that friend who will be beside you when you lie on your deathbed, watching your back, or the day you'll meet the love of your life.
Somethings about them will strike you, it will be almost surprising. You will think aren't they too just another human? Then why does it feel so special? why do you and them fit like a lock to key, its as if you were destined, or biologically programmed, or maybe its pure luck, but them striking to you as special its not just fate or destiny or even biology for that matter. Maybe just for me, because i dont posses the wisdom to define or understand it, but it feels nice to know that love goes deeper than i thought it does. Its crazy how every decision you made in your life to the day you met that friend or your lover, only led you to them! After all these years of wishing for my hogwarts letter, i feel i have finally discovered magic for myself

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Where do we begin, I just wanna hold ya
And maybe you might think, I never cared at all...
- 'you might think' (sons of the east)
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Death embarks
Exasperated of light and weary of the dark
A void full of stars, but there's barely a spark
should have devoured them long ago, those menacing quarks
the regret never leaves, leaves only a mark
deep within the conscience, distant from any light and beyond the reach of dark
In the search of life, death embarks..
-- by Safarnama
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Life lately 01

The cold blue grays are back, its been pouring down since morning. I'm in my blanket listening to the sounds, the metronome of the raindrops falling on the balcony roof, the occasional chirp of a bird seeking refuge and the horrifying silence of my existence. I have not shed a tear since morning and I have no choice but to be envious of these clouds. No, there is no particular reason to cry, but my chest just feels heavy. I am unemployed, and I spend my days sleeping and watching 'good doctor'. I graduated last week, and I am moving to London in September for further education, and my parents are spending a fortune for it, there is shortage of money, they have put together all they have and I am questioning my decision for the hundredth time. I am guilty of putting them through this and frustrated of my inaction. I don't think I have ever felt so alone in life. In thoughts and dreams, I contemplate my choices, rethink my decisions so far, but I've come too far to abort and I'm not even close enough to make it. I don't know what is going to happen, but this has been my Life lately...
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