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Midsummer Night's Dream

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Just returned from office.  I usually do so by 6 or 6:30. I came in.  Relaxed. My room had been a mess for the past two days.  This is not usual for an organised person like me. I started cleaning the room when a pair of boots kept in the corner caught my attention. A pair of dirty, ankle length,  brown boots. Who wears boots in this stinky summer unless you've travelled far.. far away from this over-crowded,  noisy,  polluted city to a place where even your breath echos :)  My face lit up with a smile. A remarkable trip of my life Mcleodganj.  On a friday night five of us had set on a voyage.. Yes it was no less than a voyage. It took us 12 hours to reach mcleodganj..  I can travel the world twice in that span. It was veryyyy long,  but that was what we felt at the start. As we travelled, the roads started feeling like our second home. Our trip started with dinner at Murthal,it is one the famous foodie hub on the outskirts Delhi.  People make sure they eat here at least on
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Crap! I'm In Love

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It's late, late at night. Not a soul is awake except me and the moon.. Hum dono mein shart lagi hai ke kiska mehboob zyda dilkash hai.. Mai uska guroor nahi todna chahti tumhara bayaan krke. The winter nights are long and cold. The only warmth I'm used to is your soft cuddle. It's been days that you've made me feel so wanted. I don't know how many times I scroll through your picture. Everytime it seems I've regained some positivity seeing your beautiful smile . I look close, closer to find at least one flaw that turns me off.. But Oh! My heart skips a beat when I see your smile.. And nothing else matters. Those perfect eyes that pierce through my soul. That perfectly sculpted nose. I wouldn't want to change anything in you no matter how much you say you dislike something in you.  The way you smile and talk, it's difficult to take my eyes off you. I try not to stare. I wish I could explain what your voice does to me. How much it means to h
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Mind Is Where Home Is

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It's been a routine since childhood that we go out for a stroll after dinner. Everyday. And not just us whosoever lives in the colony has this routine. This is also an indication how much at peace they are. They relax and enjoy every moment of their day unlike us who crave for a proper night's sleep, leave alone going for a walk after dinner. We have hurried breakfasts, quick lunches and something in between dinner and breakfast at night. That term is yet to be coded. Okay, so I've spent good 5-6 days at home this time. Luckily enough I was in time for Diwali. Yeah yeah we also like Diwali. Who doesn't? As a kid we used to blast more crackers than our neighbors. We had more fun than others and we sucked our Abba's blood more than other kids to get us crackers. It was sheer nostalgia to see those houses light up again this Diwali. While strolling down the streets we try to judge which house is looking the best and also which had been using the same lights every
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The Weekend

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Monday morning. I reach office with swollen eyes and hell bad body pain.. yet with every muscle move I remembered what a crazy weekend it had been. It's kinda ritual in the office that everyone asks you about how your weekend was and I was just waiting for that one person to ask me how was mine. Friday. I was shaken up at 3 in the morning by my roommate. Startled I got up. I had just slept. She asked" Rishikesh chalogi ?" "Hell yes!" I said. I never say "No" to going out, even when you wake me up from my slumber. I quickly packed everything that I could get my hands on. The plan was to leave the next day at 12 in the night.. 'Oh What would I do till then?' I hate to waste my weekend. So I decided to join my friends partying at Cyber. We had fun and I forgot about the time. Just then I received a call from my roomie and she shrieked over the phone.. such an angry sikhni that she is..I love her when she displays her fluency over all the punja
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No Promises

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For the entire time that I lived in Delhi the only thing that brought my senses to life was the last ride that I took with my Love on his very adorable Avenger bike. The sky was turning from blue to grey.. the stars were finding their way out to peep from the dark skies and what added to the beauty were tower touching airplanes that flew right over us. Finally I was experiencing the rawness that I was used to. Although we were out for a specific purpose I didn't want us to go there. Rather I wanted the ride to never end. I clenched him closer to me as if to make sure he's all mine. He had been very supportive all throughout my stay in Delhi. Took me to places I'd never seen let alone visiting and if it weren't him I never would have. Everywhere we went I saw his eyes chasing me. It held my breath. I wanted to kill myself for not being able to show the same madness for him but only I know how much pleasure it gave me just to stare at the eyes only meant to see me. I don
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Where Do I Belong??

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I took a long break from writing, but that didn't stop me from finding an inspiration for my new blog. Last month I went to Nainital with my cousins. It was an all cousin trip no parent allowed. We planned the trip and distributed the expenses. It's a lovely place but with limited resources. People have adapted themselves to the scarcity and that doesn't stop them from enjoying life. We, the tourist, on the other hand have so much want for luxury that fail to notice the basic reason why we took the vacation for in the first place. People wanted the same kind of comfort as they get at their native place.. toh aae kyu phir huh..?? Me, mai toh bht adjusting type ki hu .. . In fact it's mentioned in the Qur'an that you must learn to live life with limited resources. The way you would have lived had you moved to Delhi from Lucknow. Live your life the way you would have lived in Delhi..you're getting my point? Right. This means that the world is just a tem
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VIDEO - What makes Prophet Muhammad ﷺ the greatest person in history ?

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