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Like the little piece of plastic in a snow globe, I watch the world around me. People passing, living, loving, hurting and being alive. All the while I'm stuck within the glass sphere, numb, my world the same plastic color it always was and will always be. The snow never melts the noise never stops and i never stop spiralling into the murky frigid depths of forsakenness.

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धूप ने आज छांव से नाराज़गी की वज़ह पूछ ही ली।

नदिया के दो छोर समान साथ चल के भी दूरी की वज़ह पूछ ही ली।

पर कमबख्त परछाई भी तुम सी शर्मीली निकली,

जवाब भी नही दिया और बेरहम मुस्कराती अडिग दूर खड़ी रही।

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And as always it to be wanted, not needed, that crumbles a woman's heart...

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It's just me and my bollywood playlist at midnight against this bitch of a life🤷‍♀️

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Nope. I refuse. Even lost in the deepest darkest corners of myself, I'll clutch to my hope, thank you.

maybe that's all there is to life then? not knowing who to talk to about problems no one understands the way you do. not knowing how to be enough and just faking it until it somehow becomes believable but not true. not knowing how to turn your heart to stone because people don't value or understand the soft, feeling heart. maybe that's all there is.

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This is what I mean when I say bhagwanji madad krdo plz 🥺

I relate to Arjun so much (I need Krishna to come down and whack me over the head and yell at me to do my kartavya too)

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शिकायत की पाई पाई जोड कर रखी थी मेंने

उसने गले लगा कर सारा हिसाब बिगाड़ दिया 🌙

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When the skies darken and you hold your breath as nature takes a moment to remind you of your inconsequential and yet serendipitous existence, can you feel the earth in your bones crave the drops sent from heaven?

okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.

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Dopehar ki neend mane mini coma...

Bhyi yaar dopehar mei nhi sona chahiye tha-

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Prepared, gathered or foraged, in all its form, food is an act love.

thinking about how the earliest known hominin tools were food-preparation utensils. about how it was better food that let our brains grow this big, how it was foraging that first taught us to get close to fire. about how our bodies have adapted to survive on each other’s cooking. about our strangely long day cycle that leaves us alert in the evening, when we’d gather in the firelight and talk. about families and friends who eat together. about stories. about hands that fend off squabbling siblings. hands raised up in helpless laughter. hands that gather, hands that cook: i have made this safe for you, i have made this to help you stay alive, i have made something you’ll love, i love you. thinking about how our ancestors’ earliest known tools were not weapons, but food-preparation utensils. about how you can stand in a kitchen and say, humanity began here.

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Sometimes the inevitable oblivion is the warmest comfort one can hold-

"हम चले जाएंगे, कोई और आ जाएंगें

कहानियाँ यहीं रहेंगी, किरदार बदल जाएंगें "

💌👣

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Sab ki yhi yyatha hai kya ?

By God talent toh itna hai mujh mein bass koi kaam karne ka mann nahi hai