from previous

...should we lose or win from you 

You are the reservoir of exoticness how to say 

Love for you  streaming in my system 

My complete emotions  surrendered before your  attitude 

How possible it is to get isles of dreams 

Should you be forgotten or remembered 

Now no other is  desired by heart 

Now nothing is left 

To be destroyed 

Unable to ever share you dearest possession 

Losing myself  to you

 to choose you the most precious 

Amongst them all

Impossible it is yet

How to free myself from your magic 

Should I forget you or remember you 

Not so easy is my  love journey 

Suffering  pain walking on thorns 

Unable to express my  feelings 

Tired of your  victories  desired 

Time passes in months and years 

Should  I lose or  win you 

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....if you want to know 

How one  gets scattered 

How life then moves on

Go to a garden 

In wintery autumn 

Look at the leaves

Or carry a mirror 

If it too is difficult for you 

Take a blossom 

Keep it against the  strong winds 

You shall  come to know 

How one gets scattered 

If this too is not possible for you 

Come to me

To see me

You shall come to know it 

How one gets scattered 

from previous

....a constable  presented a person before  the Magistrate saying  sir, I have  caught him red handed,  this man  picked up lots of  bananas  from a vendor  on a street in the sadar area and walked off without paying 

The Magistrate sarcastically looked at the  police man  and   said this was a solid case of cheating   the  police constable was arrested for posing as a constable and sent to prison for two months 

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Dear friend do tell us about the girl you used to go out for  walks in the evenings 

We never had  good raport between us, one day annoyed I declared I didn't love her at all,  I was  fooling her, 

In rage she threatened me I would regret it all my life 

Did she succeed in taking revenge 

Absolutely,  she married me

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.an artist was asked to portray a door to heart

The artist attempted and painted a beautiful building with a door 

The critic asked why was the door shut  and had no handle to open it

The artist explained the door to heart was not open to all and sundry 

The handle was not necessary because the door to heart opened from only within 

kanch mahal

....ever since hashya had returned  from  wasim s house  her condition was strange,  she had spent   the night awake,  she felt odd , her feelings were mixed  with anger  fear  humiliation  and more,  why did he  do this,  he wasn't  he  leaving it, didn't he know what  family background she had,  his  move could  create a storm , why did he  bother to waste himself,  sometimes she wished she could    give him a strong  reply he wouldn't dare to  lift his head up again,  this wasim case could  get sorted out by hiring a good lawyer,  she moved and turned to get her mobile and felt her ribs were stiffened  , it was the spot paining since Adil and  taimur had  hit each other,  perhaps last night  that very  spot git hit again,  it was hurting,  the room was  closed,  , window curtains were  arranged properly,  she got out of her bed to stand before the  dressing table,  , clad in a cream colored sleeping gown,  her hair  loosened at shoulder length,  , she  untied tge knot of her gown to check her paining ribs,  this was where  taimur  s elbow had  hit her,  last night again sge git hit on the same place,   she got overwhelmingly  embarrassed  and confused  as strange mixed feelings  gripped her mind 

The bollywood song was playing,  she  quickly dressed , she was  so like a marble  figurine  proportionate, long graceful neck complexion so flawless and polished  , so delicate her skin was one could see her breath, her mind  got  entangled  on those moments  when she had lost her balance and fell into taimur s arms in the darkness 

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...Tariq climbing upstairs  towards the library  kept thinking   over the whole  thing  , a war was taking place in his mind,  he was certain though he would  solve the case,  reaching upstairs he entered  the victim  azim begh s room,  the  sunlight  casted from the window fell on tge bed and the sheet shone  , the same  was lighted up the glass cup placed on the beatable and the water within displaying the dead man's  dentures,  on a couple of chairs  his clothes were  kept untidily,  on the  Cheval  also things were  kept carelessly  telling the man left hurriedly  unable to  properly arrange things,  Tariq now  focused all his attention on the dentures in water, he kept looking at it for very long before   looking at the  Almiras on both sides of the bed containing   decorative items,  suddenly his gaze fell over a patent leather pair on a shelf just recently painted  which according to the inspector were the shoes worn by the dead man when he was killed,  something drew his attention and Tariq  turned them over to measure the size and thoroughly  checked the  soles  , there were  secret  sections between   the heels  , Tariq put the shoes down on the floor,  whistling he walked up to  the open window,  he watched the outside scenery for a while  with empty emotionless eyes to return to the clothes shelves to check them very carefully  to sit down  on a chair  to hold his head lowered in both hands  to scan  the area below to finally get up to walk towards beghum azim s room,  he sat down to quickly  make sketches of the both rooms  with  the positions of the veds and additional details 

page 123

...if you don't get what you want  and pray  for believe it  someone has  asked for you in prayers 

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No matter how  much  difficulties one goes through  remember there are others  in more  worse  situations , be thankful for what you have 

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The face one is born with  is not of his choice  but the character he dies with is certainly his own reflection of his  dreams  desires ideas and  doings 

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ishq muhabbet apnapn

...a most  tiring day  was coming to an end  with heaviness,  the sky was   painting  duskiness , the birds  in flight  were headed  to their nests , she took a long sigh  before dropping the window curtains  seeing the  free  flying birds  she  seethed   for her wings were clipped off,  the days were passing in sheer boredom  after her inter exams , dulling her, college was a place to mix with friends  and have a fun time till new session started, life seemed  useless and colourless , life was plain and nothing new was happening,  she was so full of life and enjoyed  lights was going through   so much  emptiness,  she slowly  emerged from the room, utter silence prevailed around,  the deadly silence  cut into her disturbed mind  and noisy turbulence  rose inside her,  this silence was distressing 

,  a few birds on the  parapet  quickly began sipping the water kept for them in a container and  swallowed  the grains  thrown to them,  the  veranda was dimly lit,  the birds were getting late to reach their nests and hurriedly  finished  before taking off, they all knew their locations  but she herself was not  successful so far in finding  her life goal