The Hypocrisy Of Being Human; The Constant Tug Between Solitude And Company, The Desire To Love So Desperately

people need to understand that if i don't talk a lot that doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood or grumpy or being cold with them, it's just like a genuinely have nothing to say! i am not an interesting person!! i don't know how to respond to people 90% of the time.

I can't stop thinking about when Susan Sontag said "I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall - like seeking love in a whorehouse."

human, do you listen to to retros/ ghazals and stuffs?

i live on ghazals and i do listen retros songs. like all i do listen to at alone times is these stuffs mostly. i listen to Ghulam ali

Iska rona nahi kyu tumne kiya dil barbaad

Iska gum hai bht der me barbaad kiya

Humko kiski gum ne maara yeh kahani phir sahi

Kisne tora dil hamara yeh kahani phir sahi"

and

Chupke chupke raat din aasu bahana yaad hai Humko ab tak aashiqui ka woh jamana yaad hai"

and many more more from him and also who doesn't listen to Jagjit Singh~

Rekhaon ka khel hai muqaddar Rekhaon se maat kha rahe ho

Tum itna jo muskura rhe ho kya gum hai jisko chupa rhe ho"

My personal favourite it's from Chandan Das is this ghazal ~

Kehte hai log jinda hai tujse bichad ke hum

Lekin teri judai me bichde huye sanam

Kandho pe apni lash liye jaa rahe hai hum

jaise koi gunaah kiye jaa rahe hai hum

I talked about few ghazals from my favourites only but i listen to random ghazals and retros also. and it's not like ghazals/retros are only stuffs i listen to. ig maine kuch jyda hi sad sad ghazals like diye so

and and and and

Hai kali kali mai jo mastiyaa teri aankh ka ye khumaar hai

Mujhe kyun na ho teri aarazu teri justaju mai bahaar hai

Ye havaa ye raat ye chaandani teri ek adaa pe nisaar hai

Thanks for asking this question i got a chance to talk about it;❤️ and what do you listen to?

There's an art to oversharing while simultaneously making sure that people still know nothing about you.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.

Aankhein teri kitni haseen

“And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.”

— Unknown

no matter what others say but i strongly believe that —

"Aurat bewafa nahi hoti or jo bewafa hoti hai wo fitratan aurat nahi hoti ye duniya achy mardon ki waja se nahi chalti achi aurat ki waja se chalti hai."

hum ne mana ki taghaful na karoge lekin

khak ho jaenge hum tum ko khabar hone tak

I'm just tired of each and every person so, it can be better explained with;

"Raas tanhaayi bhi nhi aati aur har shaks se bezaar bhi hun"