Dear Life!
I've a question. Are you truly mine? Or somebody else's? Without seeking my permission, how could you become so hard? So tough, that on every third or fourth day, I start thinking of absconding away from you? Time is one of the parameters to measure you. And it, good, or bad, never remains constant. It flies, but when will this part of time start stopping its flight and touch the ground? I'm too messed up with you because of you. And here is a warning for you.
I'm not giving you any time limit, but if you don't get back to normality soon, I'm going to start taking ruthless actions against you. I hope you don't need to regret later.
Thodi raham dikhaaiye! Main zyada majboot dil ka insaan nahi hoon.
I hope you'll get the point that I want to convey.
Thanking You
Yours Sincerely
You know who I am!
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..kya hua bey..
kuch ni yaar..buddhi bhrasht ho chuki hai..
Dimaag ko itna freedom and itni sympathy mat de ki woh kuch bhi soche..
khush rha kar bhai :)
Your head hates its biggest enemy: your head! So dont let both of them fight!
haan haan..dekh le..rubik's cube is not a problem anymore! :D
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