In one of the rooms of that building a teen girl committed suicide, probably, because her father used to molest her.
We are made of stardust.
Abstract concepts like love, trust, and respect never made sense to me.
ज़मीन से यूं फलक को तकता है
मंज़िल तेरी और तारों से रस्ता पूछता है?
Do something. Do anything. Just get started!
Life goes on and although you may fail to realise this now, but one day everything will make sense. Everything!
ऐसी राह पर निकल पड़ा हूं
जिसकी मंज़िल की मुझको ख़बर भी नहीं|
I want to leave a little of me in all the things that I do.
And in his eyes
You’ll see the candid stars
Falling for you and only at you.
So, Cmon let it go.