Logon kay baaray mein kabhi bhi sab kuch jaan’nay ki khuwahish mat rakhna, khasaaray mein chalay jaaogay.
Only thing that makes sense now is moving. Moving from the past, getting over the idea of recounting things from the past- it doesn’t make sense anymore my dear. We all pick our own battles.
Clearly some of them were more important than others but we might find ourselves fighting a different battle everyday. We relocate, we decamp, we transpose. Because staying makes your story stagnant and I don’t want to be stagnant.
Move on from what we had, hold on to what you can.
Props to this city for teaching me that.
Har kisi noon mukammal jahaan naeen milda
Naeen har kisi noon milda man mangya dildaar.
It’s going to happen one day and I will look back to this day and say I told you so to myself. I will come back looking at this exact day while I listen to this song. And realise how this was maybe a mistake.
How keeping away from it made me realise it was actually meant for me.
And I’ll feel like shit for making his life miserable.
But I have to use up all the mediocrity in my life to give way to something that’s not just anyone or anything but blows my mind away.
Till then, we wait.
Kitnay majboor huway apni anna keh haathon, raiza raiza huway aur bikhray bhi nahin.
- L: I just want to say that, I hate everyone.
- A: i hate boys
- L: I hate girls too, and I hate boys
- B: ...
- L: but, wait what was my fucking point?!
- L: yeah, I love you guys.