Should I Post My Forearms

Chintata chita chota is still gotta be greatest dance step without being a dance step

جو تمہیں اپنی بہار نہ سمجھے ،اس کیلئے اپنی زندگی کے پھول مت توڑو

Don't break the flowers of your life for those who don't consider you as their spring

The way i can dance both classical and hip hop with lyrical is insane

One thing about me is if I ever love someone then I love them from the core of my soul and heart, to the extent, whole heartedly, I love them with everything I have and if I don't love someone, then I simply don't. I give no hints, no intentions nothing. I hate how people in this generation flirt with each other without having any feelings, get intimate with each other without knowing the other person's mind.

Merese spotifyy blend krnaa kisikoo???

Relationship should be 50-50 right? So:

Tum ruth lena, me mana lunga.

Tum bolti rehna, me sun lunga.

Tum hasti rehna, me hasata rahunga.

Tum nazare churati rehna, me nazare milata rahunga.

Tum sazti-savarti rehna, me tasweere le lunga.

Tum sun lena, me bol lunga.

Tum gussa kar lena, me pyar kar lunga

Tum nakhre karna, me utha lunga.

Tum muh banana, me pareshaan kar lunga.

Tum mehndi me mera naam chhupa dena, me dhundh lunga.

Tum payal ki zid karna, me tohfe me pehna dunga.

Tum chhupke se mujhe dekhna, me nazarandaz karne ki koshish kar lunga.

Tum zulfein khuli rakhna, me unse khel lunga.

Tum apni gaud de dena, me usme apna sar rakh lunga.

Tum loriyan ga dena, ne kahaniya suna dunga.

Tum apni shikayatein batana, me apna kandha de dunga.

Tum gajrey ki khawaish karna, me la kar tumhare baalon me laga dunga.

Tum phoolo ko pasand kar lena, me tumhe pasand kar lunga.

Tum chai bana dena, me khana bana dunga.

Tum kitaben padh lena, me tumhe padh lunga.

Tum geet gungunana, me tumhe dekh "haaye" kar lunga.

Tum pyari lagti rehna, baaki sab me kar lunga.

-Om

i love my mother. i really do. There isn't a thing i would not do for her

To keep that child like joy in her heart , that warm smile on her aging face and those loving blurry eyes on me forever

But sometimes im tired. Im tired of listening about the baggage that she has been carrying around like a school bag from her childhood

Im tired of hearing about all the grudges she has been holding onto like a hand

Im tired of comforting her about her deepest insecurities as if our bodies and souls don't share the same outline

Im tired of her reciting the most heart rending memories of her life to me as if they were bedtime stories

Im tired of revisiting those ghost houses and remembrances of people with hearts made of plastic through her anecdotes

Im tired of not knowing what to do or how to take her pain away, so for once the roles are reversed where she gets to sleep like a child and i get to worry like a mother

and mostly im tired of living her grief twice because what is a daughter if not the extension of her mothers despair ?

-ambika

I wrote something who want to read hehehe

Laadle tu hoga fyn shit hum to pokemon trainer hai

She could have just said my name i mean no need to itna lamba process

SHE NEED A FUNNY GUY WHO IS GOOD LOOKING

GIRL WHY WOULD GOOD LOOKING GUY WILL BE FUNNY ?

HE GOT RIZZ , HE DONT NEED TO BE FUNNY