Philisophical Chunks

Its little world of author's intuitions.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Mujhe yaad hay sab zara zara

Each passing day lessen your hope for betterment. Nothing is in your hands although it wasn't ever before except to ignore at first. Now its too late, cant go back and cant move further, glued with unwanted circumstances.

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