Randhir Kaur
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“I have seen love stories ending.
I have seen marriages dividing.
Love is not years of togetherness. Love is appreciation. It is not an hard emotion to get into our nerves but we usually have a habit to complain and complicate things.
If he pulls the chair, you serve the food. If he is low, you be a joker. If he shares his day, listen to him patiently. If he forgives you, say sorry. If he gifts you a flower,bloom a garden.
Relationships are delicate like babies. If you poke them, it will leave a scar.
You need to love the love in order to be loved back.
It is an give and take process.”
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I have seen marriages dividing.
Love is not years of togetherness. Love is appreciation. It is not an hard emotion to get into our nerves but we usually have a habit to complain and complicate things.
If he pulls the chair, you serve the food. If he is low, you be a joker. If he shares his day, listen to him patiently. If he forgives you, say sorry. If he gifts you a flower,bloom a garden.
Relationships are delicate like babies. If you poke them, it will leave a scar.
You need to love the love in order to be loved back.
It is an give and take process.”
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“As I walk down the streets that remained the witness of our love, I hear several voices calling out your name.
People laugh at the way I smile, they act odd when I talk and walk through the woods with you, their eyes behave insane. Two of them didn't closed the door as I followed your voice through the areca trees.
I heard them discussing 'black magic'. They don't believe my insanity for you, they dont believe the love I hear in those moist leaves.
Even though you are not with me, I often sit here and write our story under that tree but with no stain words on the pages. I go home with the silences.
The silence of the final goodbye..”
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People laugh at the way I smile, they act odd when I talk and walk through the woods with you, their eyes behave insane. Two of them didn't closed the door as I followed your voice through the areca trees.
I heard them discussing 'black magic'. They don't believe my insanity for you, they dont believe the love I hear in those moist leaves.
Even though you are not with me, I often sit here and write our story under that tree but with no stain words on the pages. I go home with the silences.
The silence of the final goodbye..”
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“Here are few words to the unknown person who hurted me in a way nobody else did.
This has been very impacting, the words still bang my head like marijuana. Even though I didn't knew much about you, I had no idea of the vulgarity of your mind which was so flithy for me but beautifuly coated with saccharine tales and rains with utmost fake sympathy. I sigh almost in tears for the words I never ever imagined to hear from anybody, but you broke that thought away henceforth believing that Satan did existed in the harmony of Angels. We could have been such good friends talking secretly about you to my besty that 'Maris is so warmest being'. You didn't had any idea how much I respected you and your struggles. I wonder how could you do this to a stranger like me who had been happily good to your gestures ever since I Mailed you. That mail just said to take care of my favourite thing and you took a revenge of my kindness. I sigh my pity on you that I cared for you beyond I thought I would do.
But my dear, I still have care for you and never wish to accept your apology because you were in anger and wrath does Mahabharata.
I just want to tell you that everything you did,hurted me and the challenges are really unbearable, the consequence is worst, you making me alone in such darkness that I wish to sleep in weepy rain and wake up in never.”
― Bonmot Yarns: Dark secrets
This has been very impacting, the words still bang my head like marijuana. Even though I didn't knew much about you, I had no idea of the vulgarity of your mind which was so flithy for me but beautifuly coated with saccharine tales and rains with utmost fake sympathy. I sigh almost in tears for the words I never ever imagined to hear from anybody, but you broke that thought away henceforth believing that Satan did existed in the harmony of Angels. We could have been such good friends talking secretly about you to my besty that 'Maris is so warmest being'. You didn't had any idea how much I respected you and your struggles. I wonder how could you do this to a stranger like me who had been happily good to your gestures ever since I Mailed you. That mail just said to take care of my favourite thing and you took a revenge of my kindness. I sigh my pity on you that I cared for you beyond I thought I would do.
But my dear, I still have care for you and never wish to accept your apology because you were in anger and wrath does Mahabharata.
I just want to tell you that everything you did,hurted me and the challenges are really unbearable, the consequence is worst, you making me alone in such darkness that I wish to sleep in weepy rain and wake up in never.”
― Bonmot Yarns: Dark secrets
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
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“Place this salt in water and bring it here tomorrow morning".
The boy did.
"Where is that salt?" his father asked?
"I do not see it."
"Sip here. How does it taste?"
"Salty, father."
"And here? And there?"
"I taste salt everywhere."
"It is everywhere, though we see it not. Just so, dear one, the Self is everywhere, within all things, although we see it not. There is nothing that does not come from it. It is the truth; it is the Self supreme. You are that, Shvetaketu.
You Are That.”
― The Upanishads
The boy did.
"Where is that salt?" his father asked?
"I do not see it."
"Sip here. How does it taste?"
"Salty, father."
"And here? And there?"
"I taste salt everywhere."
"It is everywhere, though we see it not. Just so, dear one, the Self is everywhere, within all things, although we see it not. There is nothing that does not come from it. It is the truth; it is the Self supreme. You are that, Shvetaketu.
You Are That.”
― The Upanishads
“Good manners without sincerity are like a beautiful dead lady,” he remarked on suitable occasion. “Straightforwardness without civility is like a surgeon’s knife, effective but unpleasant. Candor with courtesy is helpful and admirable.”
― Autobiography of a Yogi
― Autobiography of a Yogi
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
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