Photograph by Fawzan Husain For experiencing the power of writing things down when they are mere thoughts or wishes in your head, and ...
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आज शाम फिर आई है लेकिन उस गाने की तरह खाली हाथ नहीं आई. अपने साथ दिन भर के छोटे पत्ते और रात की गहराई लेकर आई है. आनेवाली कल की हलकी सी ...
Image credit: Vitaliy Denega via Bored Panda I chanced upon this image while going through my Instagram feed this morning and was...
अब निकलने का वक़्त आया है पर मैं अपना सामान नहीं बांधूंगी. खुद के सिवा ले जाने के लिए मेरे पास और कुछ नहीं है. जब मैं तुम्हारे पास आई थ...
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कल शाम, मैंने पहली बार शब्दों में कुछ बयान किया और उन शब्दों को कागज़ पर क़ैद करते ही मुझे तुम्हारी याद आयी. काश, तुम यह पढ़ सकते. काश...
मुझे वो कमरा अब भी साफ नज़र आता है उसकी दीवारें कभी हरे रंग की हुआ करती थी और एक कोने में पीले रंग की खिड़की थ...
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