What if?!
What if i meet you again? or we meet again? Maybe on a gloomy day you are travelling in a bus and i get up and we see each other and suppose i don't recognize you, will you come to me and say "hey! umm- how are you? Are you able to recall me?"
or
what if i see you roaming around with your friends during Durga Pujo and i pass by and we make eye contact? will you stop and come to me saying, "long time no see? how are you?"
or
what if we crash into each other and our belongings fall from our hands and we help each other pick them up? will you look into my eyes are say, "are you by any chance, hiya?"
or
what if we are watching a movie in the same theatre sitting beside each other unaware of our presence and when the lights turn on during the interval you see me and i don't? will you call me?
or
you will just do nothing? will you just look at me and move away? will you just pass with your friends? will you just pick up my belongings and go away? or you will just look and me and ignore?
i don't know!
Which song/s best sums up your personality?
If I say about one song then:-
If I say "songs" then:-
hi, did you ever fall in love? if yes, can we know who is the guy?
yes I have! No, I cannot reveal that person, i am sorry.. And who are you?? Please reveal yourself first...đâ¨
True ekdom true!! đđâ¨
âEveryone deserve a person that can make their heart forget the trauma in the past!!"đģ
âĸ the world of apu (satyajit ray, 1959)
âĸ raincoat (rituparno ghosh, 2004)
â Love
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Know the difference.
Happy women's day y'all girlies out there âĄâĄâĄ
@rozatherella girl you inspire me the most âĄlobe u loads đĨēđĢļ
'Vincent, are you there?' asked earth. Van Gogh said, 'I am sitting under a tree mother, I will die today, I can't take this anymore'. Mother Earth's eyes became teary, because she knows how much pain Vincent will give himself while dying.
With starry night in her hands she asked him, " Gogh, can I keep this with myself, I will cherish it and I will give this the respect, love, care, which you deserved from everyone. People will love it. Future I saw, which turns after your passing. You won't be here but you will. Come to me son, the world is not capable of seeing you alive".
With that Van Gogh, pulls the trigger, shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He died after two days........
~Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils. Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand, what you tried to say to me. How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now~
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would help him to become happy. People though he was mad and stupid as he was eating paint that was toxic, filled with lead and what not; never mind the fact that eating paint has no correlation to happiness.
Now I wonder whether Van Gogh was truly mad or sad. Perhaps he was at a point in life where even the craziest ideas like painting insides of your body yellow, made sense - to him
People fall in love, get hurt; people take drÎŧgs, sometimes with the risk of overdosing. People still do it. Why?
Because there's always a hope - that things could get better âī¸
âSo when you donât get what you want, how do you convince yourself that itâs okay when itâs not?â
âSimple. I say to myself that Iâm not ready yet.â
âReady for what?â
âReady for all the wonderful things Iâm dreaming about. Yes, itâd have been lovely to have everything my dear heart wishes for. But there is a time for everything. So until that time comes, I might as well make myself more worthy.â
âMaybe, itâs good in a way. Not everyone gets that time for themselves.â
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