I often think of that rare fulfilling joy, when I am in the presence of some wonderful alignment of events. Where the light, the colour, the shapes and the balance all interlock so beautifully that I feel truly overwhelmed by the wonder of it.
Duniya main Larkiyon sey ziadah koi ahmaq nahi hota. . khush fahmi ka aghaaz aur ikhtatam hum par hi hota hai. Sari umar hum mohabbat ki baysaakhiyoN ka intezaar karti rahti hain. . . Takay Zindagi ki race shuroo karsakain. . Humain mard kay baray main yeh khush fehmi hoti hai kah woh aaiga. . Koi hum sey hamdardi karay tou humain khush fehmi honay lagti hai. . . Koi humari taareef karay tou woh humain apni mutthi main Qaid nazar aanay lagta hai. . . Koi humaray saath waqt guzarat tou humaray hosh o hawas apnay thikanay par nahi rahtay. . hum main MATURITY tab aati hai jab humain REJECT kia jaata hai.