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Albert Camus:- "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer."

M hi hu jiske pas premium nhi h (ira ka bulbula ftne wla h )?

I can trade my soul for your glimpse. 
There are a lot of beautiful songs, but they only become my favorites when they come out of your lips.

One gaze can pump my body with adrenaline. 
Your astonishing charm even thousands of words wouldn't be able to be defined. 

A million stars would look dull in front of you.
You stole my heart before I knew

My heart has been beating for you ever since. 
I can trade my soul just for your glimpse. 

My frnd told me today is rose day and she later bought this flower for me ?

We were nothing all this time.
It was just me creating the fictional lies.
That's what I wanted—a deceptive tale, a fake story line
because I like the idea of you being mine.

But reality slapped me, and I couldn't escape the truth.
I let my love stay in the deepest layer of my heart,
afraid that your presence would become unseen, I stayed mute.

How to impress your crush part II

Say this line to him/her:-
Lagti ho boom fatogi kya
Kr du propose patogi kya

My love for you is so deeply rooted in my heart, and everything—the distance, the air, the same sky that we share, the recollection of every one of our blissful moments—seems to water it, and with passing time, it is growing stronger and wider.

Everything seems mundane.
I'm neither happy nor in vain.

empty feeling never goes away.
Whole? I never felt that way.

Then why does it feel so heavy?
Why is this head so hard to carry?

Life feels like a black-and-white canvas.
Except for red, I don't have any other color to paint.