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*Originally posted by LahoriMaharani: *myself. If I were a guy I would have married her.....
Gosh! I miss her so much. If only I could……sighhhhhh>
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Its ok... dont worry... do what ur heart tells you.. we are open minded
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*. I am so glad there is actually someone that truly knows me. She know me more than I know myself. If I were a guy I would have married her. Friends like her are very hard to find. I miss how she yelled at me when I did something bad.
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i also have a friend like this. we've known each other since O-levels. and we quiet often comment on each other keh agur woh larki hoti yaa mayn to hum kub kay shadi kar laytay, because of the level of committment and understanding. it's the best thing to have a friend like him. someone who knows u more than anyone else in the world.
Loved your post…
I ca relate to you.. but my mom once said to me.. atleast you have these memories to go back to and thats what makes you who you are.. If you never loved these people or made these memories happen you wouldnt be human and imagine of everything you would have missed out on… .
Wouldn't it be neat if we could burn CDs of bygone memories? Be transported back to that same wonderful, frightening or melancholy experience, like a catalogued snapshot but complete with light and colors and smells...hah, and then pop it back into a plastic case onto a shelf.
Music is a powerful trigger to my memories, playing to a particular season of my life. Wish immortality came in prescription bottles sometimes.
maharani.... :-(
your post made me sad,
sighz.... you post reminded me of my memories. lately I am just pushing away everything that comes in my head, its difficult, I just dont want to think about my memories, like you said, they ache my head....
some good ones some bad ones, they all come back if I see some old thing, an old book, puraane kapre, puraane letters, emails.. and smells..... if I smell here a burned bengan, I smell pak..... and I just close my eyes, and I am back in my mamu's house, making roties in a tandoor......
and so I got loads of nice and less nice memories....
I really loved reading your post....
thanks for sharing it...
lost soul:
wow.. hat was so so beautifull..... sighz....
I always remember something simular,,,, its goes like this
* é kaash meri in aankhoun ki ab rooshni bhuJh Jae
mene dekha tha Jo kwaab wo, mujH ko na kabhi yaad aaye.... *
I was sent to a boarding house when I was in third grade. You can feel what a seven year old boy felt leaving his family, friends and cousins . I use to see my sisters and cousins ocassionally. I remember lying in bed all night shivering not being able to go to the bathroom because it was dark and there was nobody there to walk me to the other side of the building. I was further teased by bullies because of my size( I was a little bakri....lol) with glasses. I remember crying every time my parents came to see me but my pleas had no effect on them. I finally got out in fifth grade only to be put in another boarding house, this time 300 miles from home.
It's just a little part from a long history of torment but there is a lesson to be learned what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. Just think about that seven year old scared kid in a dark room and face the up and downs of life with a bright smile (you always manage lol). It will only get better.
No reason, i was just browsing the origins of where this forum originally began and i've come to one conclusion people back then were more sick than new school ever are.
There rarely is anything new here.. it seems everything is just recycled, except the thread titles may be different and the posters may be different, but the same things happen..
Wish immortality came in prescription bottles sometimes.
Lovely post! Splendidly captured the irradiant essence in a handful yet unforgettable phrases.