गबन
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नाटक उस वक्त पास होता है, जब रसिक समाज उसे पंसद कर लेता है। बरात का नाटक उस वक्त पास होता है, जब राह चलते आदमी उसे पंसद कर लेते हैं।
“Loving you
felt like leaving a book out in the wind
the pages turned too fast for me to read
I dient get enough time
to adore you
to explore you
to trace your lines with my fingertips
and reread my favorite parts
to live the story I knew we we meant to be
before I knew it
the book was closed
the story was over
- unfinished”
― Home
felt like leaving a book out in the wind
the pages turned too fast for me to read
I dient get enough time
to adore you
to explore you
to trace your lines with my fingertips
and reread my favorite parts
to live the story I knew we we meant to be
before I knew it
the book was closed
the story was over
- unfinished”
― Home
“Life is a bit more difficult for women. More difficult than it is for us, I mean. And you don't need to ask them to explain why or understand it all. You just need to be nice to them.”
― Good Material
― Good Material
“Shame surrounded her like a shroud. She could hardly see through it. The cloth caught up her breath, prickled on her skin. It was as if her life was over. How long had that feeling lasted? Two weeks, or more? Then it went away, and a certain short chapter of her youth had concluded, and she had survived it, it was done.”
― Normal People
― Normal People
“You do not have to choose
one or the other: a dream or a dreamer, the
bird or the birder. You may be a woman of
commotion and quiet. Magic and brain.
You can be a mother and a poet. A wife and
a lover. You can dance on the graves you dug
on Tuesday, pulling out the bones of yourself
you began to miss.”
― What Kind of Woman: Poems
one or the other: a dream or a dreamer, the
bird or the birder. You may be a woman of
commotion and quiet. Magic and brain.
You can be a mother and a poet. A wife and
a lover. You can dance on the graves you dug
on Tuesday, pulling out the bones of yourself
you began to miss.”
― What Kind of Woman: Poems
“Time heals the broken. Sometimes, the healing is slow. Sometimes, it is slower. You cannot predict how long it will take before one forgets what it all felt like—heartbreak, the pain, the anguish, and that emptiness. Years could roll by, and you’d have done ten million different things to keep yourself from thinking, and yet, the mind would remember that moment when your life fell apart and crushed you whole.”
― Bombay Balchao
― Bombay Balchao
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