Sometimes, I think of Sun and Moon as Lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
Friday, 13 October 2017
Find a new way to murder me
काश वो मेरे कत्ल का एक नया तरीका इजाद करे।
मर जाऊँ मैं हिचकियों से,
इस क़दर वो मुझे याद करे॥
~अनाम~
May she invent a new way to murder me.
I die of hiccups, so much she misses me.
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