Happy Birthday to You

तुम  जीयो  हज़ारों  साल  साल  के  दिन  हों  पचास  हजार ...

Today is the day when the world received a beautiful gift, my lovely sis.

Fatso ek saal aur nikal gaya and tu aur moti ho gayi, ab toh dark circles bhi dikhne lage hai. But what has not changed is you are still the bestest sis ever and i am the luckiest guy.

Julie di has been there for me always, eating my chocolates and ice-cream, ordering me, caring for me and loving me and i wish she remains there for me forever. And since she has started earning i have decided to do things differently, this time she will be the one who is gonna give me a gift and pamper me for all the years of me being a good brother.

                                                                         A sister is a gift to the heart,

                                                                               a friend to the spirit,              
                                                                 a golden thread to the meaning of life.

Wishing you a very happy birthday di, from me and priyanka di. love you <3 <3

Cruel love or Cruel lover

The stupid mysterious love hurts. Should we love and support someone when we already know that what lies ahead is another heart break, one more week spent in agony. And is it normal to be there for the person you like, in there time of need, helping them recover, just to be left stranded in the sun, a naked fool; once they find another prey and move on.

Though one might say, aren't the precious moment spent together worth the pain of realisation of being used and thrown; but once these moments are no longer in sight along with the person, the pain seems unbearable and bitterness in the heart can't be hidden by the false laugh which comes quite naturally.

Does the person leaving even realise how their cruelty does the job of Zeus's bolt, piercing the heart beyond repair? Friends might say its their loss leaving a person like you behind, but is it? Should we just move on and never believe in love, never trust anyone again,or give love another chance yet again? Its easier to say give another chance but it doesn't happen and we do stop believing at some point. So we should be very careful while treading these dangerous waters, lest the hungry crocodile swallow us whole. Savy.

When calling comes calling

It’s me. The one who keeps talking to you about that thing. That project. That possibility.

I know you think you couldn’t be the one for the job, but honestly, if you weren’t the one for the job, I wouldn’t have come to you with it.

I wouldn’t have come knocking at the door of your mind. I wouldn’t have come into your dreams, into your imagination, into your heart.

I wouldn’t have made it so compelling to think about me.
I wouldn’t have planted in you the frustration with what is.
I wouldn’t have planted in you the vision of what could be.

You say you want more meaning, more adventure, and to have a greater impact.\

I’m offering you all of that, but you keep telling me I’m silly, unrealistic, too big, when here I am, ready to give you the greatest adventure of your life.

I don’t take it personally, but I do weep about it.
I weep for the joy you are missing out on. I weep because you aren’t getting to witness your immense strength and brilliance. I weep for what the world is missing out on too.

When I took this job, they told me much of it would be waiting. Waiting on you.
I want to make sure you know, I’m here, close as breath, waiting. I’m waiting for you to say yes.
We can do this. Together, we can do this thing.

It’s true, part of my job is creating challenges and dark moments along the way—but only enough of them to teach you the most beautiful lessons you’ll ever learn.

I need you. Your hands. Your heart. Your mind. Your circumstances. Your strengths. Your weaknesses. Your wounds. Your wit. Your tale.
I need you, just as you are.
Say yes?
Love,
Your Calling