“Oooh, Yeah, Sing it then.”
He said while handing me a cup of tea. Saad used to take tea a lot back in the days. Tea was his only obsession those days.
“I can’t sing”, I replied. He looked at me and smiled and suddenly he started laughing at me.
“Okay, who are you fooling?” He asked.
“I’m not fooling, I’m just telling you that I can’t sing.”
“Oh?” He looked me up and down.
I said, “Yeah”. “I don’t believe this”, he replied.
“Why not?”
“Do you even remember I’m your brother?”
“Of course I do!!”
“Great!”
We used to argue a lot. And every time we argued, one of us was definitely going to be mad at another. This was how we showed affection, love and care for each other. And the most funny thing about us having arguments and being mad at each other was that none of this lasted for more than a day. It would just take a smile to make everything go away.
Every night we would go out on the Bahawalpur road near Chaubarji and we would take tea and talk or usually sing. So that night he was singing our favorite song “Sau Baras guzre saans lye, Sau baras guzre din dhalay.” It was something like this. I know weird taste in music but.. we liked it.
I had a rough day and I couldn’t do anything to get along. It’s not that I wasn’t trying but that day wasn’t like usual.
“Look I know I’m ruining a good mood and time but I’m sorry. Today wasn’t kind to me. I lost a friend and I don’t wanna talk about it.” I said.
“I’m sorry.” He exhaled.
“I don’t wanna lose another.” I looked at him and said this and I couldn’t stop me from smiling and when I smiled, like I said, it all went away, just like that.
And then we both started smiling and I could hear whisper of his smile, his mouth was almost in the mug so there was a sound. And then we both started laughing.
Then he looked at me with pride in his eyes and replied, “you won’t ever lose me, no matter what!”
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He said while handing me a cup of tea. Saad used to take tea a lot back in the days. Tea was his only obsession those days.
“I can’t sing”, I replied. He looked at me and smiled and suddenly he started laughing at me.
“Okay, who are you fooling?” He asked.
“I’m not fooling, I’m just telling you that I can’t sing.”
“Oh?” He looked me up and down.
I said, “Yeah”. “I don’t believe this”, he replied.
“Why not?”
“Do you even remember I’m your brother?”
“Of course I do!!”
“Great!”
We used to argue a lot. And every time we argued, one of us was definitely going to be mad at another. This was how we showed affection, love and care for each other. And the most funny thing about us having arguments and being mad at each other was that none of this lasted for more than a day. It would just take a smile to make everything go away.
Every night we would go out on the Bahawalpur road near Chaubarji and we would take tea and talk or usually sing. So that night he was singing our favorite song “Sau Baras guzre saans lye, Sau baras guzre din dhalay.” It was something like this. I know weird taste in music but.. we liked it.
I had a rough day and I couldn’t do anything to get along. It’s not that I wasn’t trying but that day wasn’t like usual.
“Look I know I’m ruining a good mood and time but I’m sorry. Today wasn’t kind to me. I lost a friend and I don’t wanna talk about it.” I said.
“I’m sorry.” He exhaled.
“I don’t wanna lose another.” I looked at him and said this and I couldn’t stop me from smiling and when I smiled, like I said, it all went away, just like that.
And then we both started smiling and I could hear whisper of his smile, his mouth was almost in the mug so there was a sound. And then we both started laughing.
Then he looked at me with pride in his eyes and replied, “you won’t ever lose me, no matter what!”
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This is my message to the African American and the African in the Diaspora: my Ancestors climb high a mountain in order not to be captured, transported and enslaved.
Even though your ancestors were captured, they survived slavery.
We are the same. We are all survivors of slavery. Our stories are the same. We are in fact the same. Our oppressors were and are same.
We have the same history and same story. I have lost a brother and you were taken away from your brother.
Both of us were robbed of our good. We were and given a different God. We now believe in our oppressors God. We all believe God is and can only be white. We can only be saved by a white God. Your self believe was killed and mine shattered. are but just the same.
I was robbed of human resources whilst you were a free human resource for our oppressors. My lands were taken from me whilst you were given no lands. We both became landless and a slave to the white man. I was forced to work on my stolen land just us you were forced to work on another stolen land. We are but just the same.
Come let's build our home. We can have a brighter future. A good story for our children.
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Even though your ancestors were captured, they survived slavery.
We are the same. We are all survivors of slavery. Our stories are the same. We are in fact the same. Our oppressors were and are same.
We have the same history and same story. I have lost a brother and you were taken away from your brother.
Both of us were robbed of our good. We were and given a different God. We now believe in our oppressors God. We all believe God is and can only be white. We can only be saved by a white God. Your self believe was killed and mine shattered. are but just the same.
I was robbed of human resources whilst you were a free human resource for our oppressors. My lands were taken from me whilst you were given no lands. We both became landless and a slave to the white man. I was forced to work on my stolen land just us you were forced to work on another stolen land. We are but just the same.
Come let's build our home. We can have a brighter future. A good story for our children.
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Undoubtedly, You!
It is always, undoubtedly, the best decision of your life until you start hearing a distant hassle coming towards you. Then, that best decision of your life begins to flicker away from it's foundation. That distant tumult invokes a fear in your mind that it'll dismantle everything and that your heart will break, yet again. You try to make things right, you put in a lot of efforts to hold onto your decision but you've already lost, lost to yourself. You lost when you gave your mind the control of yourself. You always were the best decision of my life, you will always be. Away from wrecks, and reasons, we have built a castle of our own that is strong enough to withstand unsettlements and unreasonable dilemma's of life. For every outbreak there exists an escape that brings us together, closer than ever. We have never kissed under the mistletoe but we'll still witness a forever of us. I'm never in favor of overlooking some things but it'll never mean a slightest change, or deviancy from the regularity of our togetherness. You're not a handshake that I lose amidst the constraints of my fingerprints, you're not a hug that slowly fades away and mixes with the air around me, you're not a kiss that disperse away in moments. You are the breath that I carry inside me, you are the blood my heart pumps. You are not the moisture on my lips, you are the kiss itself because just like a kiss, you too fill my heart with a magnanimous amount of love and joy. I don't carry your scent, I carry you in me. A coalescence of our souls, an effervescent suffusion of the millennium, you are the smile I am about. So on days when you feel like you're breaking, I want you to close your eyes and hear me whisper all this to you and just one more thing. You are everything I am about, you are the reason itself and yes, undoubtedly, the best decision of my life!
-Amulya
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It is always, undoubtedly, the best decision of your life until you start hearing a distant hassle coming towards you. Then, that best decision of your life begins to flicker away from it's foundation. That distant tumult invokes a fear in your mind that it'll dismantle everything and that your heart will break, yet again. You try to make things right, you put in a lot of efforts to hold onto your decision but you've already lost, lost to yourself. You lost when you gave your mind the control of yourself. You always were the best decision of my life, you will always be. Away from wrecks, and reasons, we have built a castle of our own that is strong enough to withstand unsettlements and unreasonable dilemma's of life. For every outbreak there exists an escape that brings us together, closer than ever. We have never kissed under the mistletoe but we'll still witness a forever of us. I'm never in favor of overlooking some things but it'll never mean a slightest change, or deviancy from the regularity of our togetherness. You're not a handshake that I lose amidst the constraints of my fingerprints, you're not a hug that slowly fades away and mixes with the air around me, you're not a kiss that disperse away in moments. You are the breath that I carry inside me, you are the blood my heart pumps. You are not the moisture on my lips, you are the kiss itself because just like a kiss, you too fill my heart with a magnanimous amount of love and joy. I don't carry your scent, I carry you in me. A coalescence of our souls, an effervescent suffusion of the millennium, you are the smile I am about. So on days when you feel like you're breaking, I want you to close your eyes and hear me whisper all this to you and just one more thing. You are everything I am about, you are the reason itself and yes, undoubtedly, the best decision of my life!
-Amulya
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Title: Stand up for what you believe
Everyone can agree that currently all of us are feeling depressed in some way or other. Gloom , despair, pain and casualties have been like incessant rains in our life and everyone else we know. While many are afflicted by the miseries , causing them to loose hope, some still find courage to stand up for the things they want to protect.
"The ray of hope" and "belief in yourself" go hand in hand cause without courage and belief you cannot see through the thick clouds of darkness. That small and weak ray of hope could only become a beam , strong enough to be able to tear apart that darkness, until it finds the connection with the hope that instills impetus in ourselves to stand up for what one believes.
Even to draw a line we need to connect two dots, similar to this unless there is a cause there is no hope and with no hope despair and darkness will prevail. So let's ignite our mind and soul and start believing in what we want to change, what we want to protect, what we want to support and stand by.
Unless we do so, this weak ray of sunlight trying to reach the ground through incessant rain will never be able to reach the ground and disperse all dark clouds.
#Sagar
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Everyone can agree that currently all of us are feeling depressed in some way or other. Gloom , despair, pain and casualties have been like incessant rains in our life and everyone else we know. While many are afflicted by the miseries , causing them to loose hope, some still find courage to stand up for the things they want to protect.
"The ray of hope" and "belief in yourself" go hand in hand cause without courage and belief you cannot see through the thick clouds of darkness. That small and weak ray of hope could only become a beam , strong enough to be able to tear apart that darkness, until it finds the connection with the hope that instills impetus in ourselves to stand up for what one believes.
Even to draw a line we need to connect two dots, similar to this unless there is a cause there is no hope and with no hope despair and darkness will prevail. So let's ignite our mind and soul and start believing in what we want to change, what we want to protect, what we want to support and stand by.
Unless we do so, this weak ray of sunlight trying to reach the ground through incessant rain will never be able to reach the ground and disperse all dark clouds.
#Sagar
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#writeup
It's very easy to forget the purpose for which you live everyday. For what you wake up in the morning and in the next moment you pick up your phone and get lost browsing through stuff that's irrelevant to your life and your dreams.
Dont we all love to dodge the curveballs life throws at us telling ourselves that we will start tomorrow but tomorrow never comes and the 5 minute motivation speech quietly slips under the rug. Don't we forget how much we cried when we didn't get what we wanted and what we slogged for and finally when the results were out, they didn't call upon our name.
We know what needs to be done and yet we are always in two minds over our next step. We are caught up between our wishful thinking and the need to wake up from our fantasies. We know what needs to be done yet here we are scrolling through our feed silently comparing or desiring for a life that's very much within our reach but needs stepping out of our comfort zone a little.
When do we plan to make this life worth its blood, sweat and tears? When will we ever think that we need to use our head at times when shit needs to get done and there will be plenty of time and life left to run wild through the fields of barley or dance to the tune of raindrops.
Wake up.
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Dont we all love to dodge the curveballs life throws at us telling ourselves that we will start tomorrow but tomorrow never comes and the 5 minute motivation speech quietly slips under the rug. Don't we forget how much we cried when we didn't get what we wanted and what we slogged for and finally when the results were out, they didn't call upon our name.
We know what needs to be done and yet we are always in two minds over our next step. We are caught up between our wishful thinking and the need to wake up from our fantasies. We know what needs to be done yet here we are scrolling through our feed silently comparing or desiring for a life that's very much within our reach but needs stepping out of our comfort zone a little.
When do we plan to make this life worth its blood, sweat and tears? When will we ever think that we need to use our head at times when shit needs to get done and there will be plenty of time and life left to run wild through the fields of barley or dance to the tune of raindrops.
Wake up.
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On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
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On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
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#sans
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Paper. Paper runs the world. Paper has got the world crazy.
But, in fact, it really, is just paper.
World sustains not based on paper, but on mutual harmony. Comfort is achieved not by paper, but as today’s fruit of yesterday’s virtues.
Take good note of it on a beautiful paper, treating paper for what it is.
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Paper. Paper runs the world. Paper has got the world crazy.
But, in fact, it really, is just paper.
World sustains not based on paper, but on mutual harmony. Comfort is achieved not by paper, but as today’s fruit of yesterday’s virtues.
Take good note of it on a beautiful paper, treating paper for what it is.
#review #fistertrompy