Sehrr🎀

Thankk you soo much girl❤️

I read your msg from my notifications and when opened it toh gayab thaa :(

Katyo chukh nund baane, walo mashoq myaane 
          Khabar chai na, khabar chaii naa, katyooo chukh! 
          ( where are you my lovely beloved, be here my love, aren't you aware, aren't you? Where are you) my favorite kashmiri song from Laila majnu

Aj sabko dawa hai apni apni chahat ka
          Kon kis se hoga kal juda nhi maloom

Everytime i find a story,jiska title attractive ho, the ML's name just pops out as " Reyansh, devansh, aayansh, abhimaan shaktimaan it's so frustrating, ugh i swear i shut the story right there, hate it hate it haaaateeee itttt 

Ati roz saatha karai posh vaav, haa ahista ahista aahistaaaa

-it was evident where else could i go so it all looked like they furnished me,like a piece of wooden furniture- i was grown into a  good looking trea -green leaves of course i had worked too hard for the greenry maybe without the thoughts of growing so high, closer to skies, the great grand skies, freedom-thats what they call -so all those hardworking habits of transpiration, water absorption, photosynthesis-c3 and C4 cycles, everything, all those activities -i was growing in shade i had to fight for my sunlight work harder comparatively and i did-oh lord didn't i? when all other trees were too happy about what the free loaded sunshine, i had to work hard for the basic things, nd at the end it never was enough, i had been patient i accepted it then when the actual time came- when i was about to reach somewhere, a direction, a storm came my branches began breaking it made me weak so everytime the strong wind would pass one of my branches would fall but i -the self made one the beleiver kept going -hahaha yes i laugh at my my self - they decided to cut my trunk, uss a machine to separate my roots from the fresh trunk i had worked hard on - i don't remember where the pieces fell - but they did-somewhere anywhere that's how my destruction looked like -a mocked tree that grew in shade but competed for its sunlight with those who had it unlimited, that's how i was cut into piece the  furniture was made -carved beautiful in  designs- from my wood, the broken pieces of my broken self nobody understood they never could,why would they, the mockery was started by the divinity, i was meant to be destroyed all that stubborn struggle went down the drain- that's who i am - the one no one accepted, alone surviving-bearly and still being compared - mazhab aisa ki khudkushi haram hai❤

Alcor and Mizar

Na suna usne tawajjo se, fasaana dil ka 
          Unke anndaaz-e-karam unpe woh aana dil ka

The constant ache of disappointment.