incredible

...you are so fabulous and beautiful, people love you , everyone wants you, the thorn mournfully added everyone hates me and avoids me

The blossom spoke 

Tge hateful  desires of odious world do not matter at all, i love you and live with you all my life  unless and untill someone plucks me

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Sukrat was asked what is more cruel than death

Socrates answered life is more merciless , one has to go through pain and sufferings , death is a release

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A wealthy man was afollower if socrates,  arrogantly claimed god was great and always fulfilled all his desires  thankfully

Socrates replied he was thankful  to god multiple times because  he had no desires  at all

hattakizzat

...i never heard this story   in this way  ever before, filip s voice was louder than normal speaking voices

A bar member of the club sitting on a stool turned to look at the source of that loud voice , it was a fruendly argument of friends so he did not give it much importance  and cheerfully engrossed  himself in conversation with a sportsman  beside him 

As usual the weekend morning  drew more crowds of club members and golf players  the spaces quickly filled up leaving no space to squeeze in  more crowds

Club members had been present in the dining hall for quite some time , second rounds of drinks were circulating , they sat by the glass window watching at the  grounds outside clearly , some players were still there playing golf , both filips and mike had finished their golf  sessions early  that weekend morning and now sat there enjoying their drinks in the golf club bar  gossipping

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... it was the first time ever in his professional life  that  his aim failed  had to hit the target, it was definitely not his fault, not his mistake  , it was good fortune of the target and considerable misfortune of his own  the trigger was squeezed here and the target bent with a sneeze   there. as a result the bullet was released  certainly accurately towards the target but the target remained absolutely unharmed and the bullet hit someone else

He was a sharp shooter, sniper  , professional killer  paid to eliminate anyone at a certain  ammount, he was perched on a  under construction site for past half hour aiming his sniper scope that had basically two functions to perform first to frame the target and second to  pin point the target, , today his simple task was to shoot a high profile politician down

mazlum

..dear tanya someone has come, open the door, tanya was sunk deep in her pile of books her head lowered when she heard her ammi s voice 

Ammi please you open the door yourself i am studying  

Dear  daughter the stew will burn  otherwise i never disturb you while you study, meanwhile another knock on the door was heard, this time it was louder and stronger, as if the arrival  had totally lost his patience

Tanya wrapped her chaader around herself completely before dragging her feet into her slippers towards the door

She was a student  of b a  , her exams were close , college had freed them to prepare from home , she was seriously  studying day and night at home, she was good in all subjects except english which was  testing her comprehension

Education   from government  schools had left her weak in english,  besides  graduation level englush was quite   high in srandard  , it could kill anyone , she needed professional help a private tution at home preferably but family s financial condition did not allow it

zaroorat

..the scottish people are notorious for  being misers

 During a church service the donation pkate was circulated, the scot  placed one pound   , the priest was surprised and exclaimed one soul was saved from going to hell

The scot put one more pound on the  plate and asked if now two souls were saved from going to hell

The father confirmed   it was exactly so

The scot  explained there was no  need of the pounds on the plate any more and  picked up the pounds and  slipoed them into his own pocket

ishq natamaam

...he was the chieftain of his tribe , shamsher khan  was still energetic at seventy plus , he had been the head of his tribe since his father  died thirty years ago and the burden shifted onto his shoulders, 

It was his bad luck   at seventy one  life  suddenly presented him a turning point, he went out hunting accompnied with his security and surrounded with his staff , he spotted a  deer and  shot him  down but the wounded deer attempted to escape by   jumping   out of sight, the tribal chieftain  predatorially  chased the  escaping prey and slipoed from the slope crashing down  thirty feet below , he was alive but his back was badly broken, he since   was bedridden

pardes

 she banged her both hands on the dholak with excited energy and rani s dholak started officially for the function, her lovely melidious  voice filled the whole  area full of women , it was a massive open yard  that  comfortably accommodated entire village , all the chairs were arranged  in the back  outlining the  gathering  , the rooms were emptied, qamar was  snooping around with his group of boys  trying to have fun , bamboo cots and bamboo handmade stools were arranged towards the womens section , all the aged and elderly  occupied them , all the teenage girls and other younger women settled down around the dholaki beat to enjoy the show , it was the first opening scene  of the dholak beat kept  fifteen days ahead of the  wedding  it was a tradion  followed for genrations

Folk gidda  also started from this  dholak opening beat, older women folk  started the dancing  ,  then gidda started  and one by one younger girls joined the elderly  women  on invites , dragging laughing teasing  others to join in speaking singing  tumbling over each other falling  over each other  enigmatically brightening the wedding house , girls are birds , chirpy and sweet adding so much  meaningfulness to life itself , girls are birds  who decorate homes and surroundings  before flying away, bari barsi begins with the first dholak beat   double meaning funny  songs are sung and every profession  is presented in a twisted distortion of memes