Mein To Bheegunga Baarish Mein ( Waterproof Hoon)

Little things that give me butterflies in my stomach

That thing where his breath is shaking and his hands are fumbling while he kisses you

"Shh, I'm here"

When you can hear the clinking of his belt from the other side of the door as he gets undressed

When he touches you with the back of his hand

When he moves you by your waist UGH

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.

ٹھنڈی دوستی کی بھیک مت مانگو دکھاوے سے تعلق نہ مانگو، کسی ایسے شخص کا انتظار نہ کرو جو آنے والا نہ ہو… اپنے دماغ میں ترقی کرو..!

Don't beg for cold friendships, don't ask for pretentious relationships, don't wait for someone who isn't coming…grow your mind..!

‏درد آپکی شخصیت کی جزویات کو کرید کر شکل و صورت عطا کرتا ہے۔ جو درد نہیں سہہ سکتا وہ کچھ بھی نہیں بن سکتا

Pain shapes and shapes parts of your personality. One who cannot endure pain cannot become anything

just wanna cuddle and watch movies/tv with someone :(

I dont think any bollywood album stand a chance against the lyrics of TANU WEDS MANU (2011)

The greatest intro to a bollywood song still remanins "Ae meri meri zohra jabeen"

How can you explain son of sardar movie to a non indian YOU CAN'T.

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

Aapkiii sari wishes poori hoo

Mein to hellooo kitty bf hoon