There were times when I was in love...what kind of LOVE I am talking here ?
The kind of love I am talking here is not the love we have for our parents...sisters...brothers or our family's children...
The kind of love I am recalling right now is the love when we met someone....complete stranger and after spending few days with that one somehow start making things work more easily and more rapidly.
Life become easy and intersting. Time become soft and things work out and make sense.
ME...I think I tried everything in my life....even LOVE too...when I was in love...man....I was in love. I tasted it and find it sweet but bitter when people are not in favor. I dont think loving someone is bad if you do it with dignity and loyalty it can make love flourish and lively.
You can forget everything in love....not even your senses but your instincts and your self respect too but I think love worth it.
But as said, True love can blind you but at the same time if you let it, it can also open your eyes.
So than there were times when I made up my mind and forget all about it and went on. If you have courage to love, you have courage to suffer too.
Good thing about love is that you can easily skip it...stop it....reject it....deny it. So did I.
When I first met the below two children on my first day at my office, I can feel the love between them but that time both of the young couple was thinking about either to or not to make commitments.
hmm....you attrack people by the qualities you display. You keep them by the qualities you possess.
I even remember once Sunaina told me that there is nothing in between them and they naver can think about having an affair with each other. They are just friends....lol....
May be that time she didnt know how miracle works....how Allah granted HIS blessings.
I did pray about them...want them to have good ending of love. Though it makes me perplexed when they used to told me little about the resistance from their family and friends.
And as now they finaly got married hapily and all the offense and resistance washed away...hmmm..refreshed my confidence on love.
I conclude in my personal writtings that love may also have happy endings.
hmmm..I love this picture.
برگ زرد یا سیب سرخ - درخت سے بچھڑتے دونوں ہی ہیں لیکن پتہ وقت کے ساتھ اپنے زوال کی انتہا کو پہنچ کر گرتا ہے اور پھل اپنے کمال کی انتہا کو پہنچ کر۔۔۔ اب یہ تم پر ہے کہ تمہیں برگِ ...
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