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Fatima Roomi

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Fatima Roomi

May be the flow and the current of your life is not always decided by you and maybe you should make peace with that. Some things are not always permanent as we frame it and label it in our lives to be. They swiftly fade into oblivion, into nothingness.  And what remains is what resides deep down which is the unwavering , the sustained.
Amidst the rise and the fall of the emotions.  Amidst the arrival and departure of people.  Amidst the thicks and thins of your life,  is you and only you that stays till the end of the time. So why do you ponder over loving yourself?  Why do you invest loads in everyone and give it a thought when it comes to you? Why?
 Invest. Grow. Love.
 For how can an empty jar fill the other little cups?  For how can a hesitant soul inspire adventures and rise above? #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes #yqtales
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Fatima Roomi

But darling you were never perfect enough to decipher the yearn and crave in my eyes.

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Fatima Roomi

Maine rooth te chehre ko pal bhar main khilte dekha hai.
Andheri siyah raaton ko jugnu'on se roshan dekha hai.

Maine in uljhi shikanon ko pal bhar main sulajhte dekha hai.
In tanha khaali haathon ko tere haathon main bharte dekha hai

Maine nafrat bhari nigaahon ko mohabbat bante dekha hai.
Be tarteeb se iss dil ko ba nizam hote dekha hai.

  #yqbhaijan #yqbaba #yqdidi
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Fatima Roomi

The closest thing that I can remember of him was how when he used to get drunk, he would talk about me to me. About how bitterly we fought, how unconditionally we loved. And how he would tell me, " There's this girl I'm madly and obsessively in love with." And how he would describe me to me. How he would become so vulnerable, stating his fears of loosing me and being separated from me. 

And earnestly with a deep abyss and hollowness in his eyes, how he would say sardonically," And perhaps she would leave me too, wouldn't she?" And then, mischievously, I would list him all the reasons she (I) would leave and rant all the bad qualities of the lady he loved with all his strength.

And in the next moment, all vexed and exasperated he would give me an ultimatum, " Shut up dumbass. And mind your own business. You are no one to talk about her like that. Do you even know her? Huh?..and.."

And before his sentence could be completed, every nerve in my body itches to be with him in that very second and kiss him all the love, all the promises of dreams that, that starry night saw with us.

 #yqlove #yqqoutes #yqbaba
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Fatima Roomi

इस जहाँ में बोहत नावाज़िशें, तरस व हमदर्दी बरसाने वाले मयस्सर हैं।
 मुंफरिद सी मशाल लिए डटे रहना, इस सैलाब मैं अपना वजूद ज़ाया मत करना। 

اس جہاں میں بوہت نوازشیں, ترس و ہمدردی برسانے  والے میسّر ہیں  
منفرد سی مشال لئے ڈٹے رہنا, اس سیلاب میں تم اپنا وجود زیا مت کرنا 



नावाज़िशें - kindness         मयस्सर - available

मुंफरिद - unique.               ज़ाया - waste

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Fatima Roomi

चलता चला गया, सिलसिला इस कहानी का बढ़ता चला गया।
मोहब्बत ऐसी कि की नही हो गई थी। 
तग़ाफ़ुल सा शख़्स, शफ़ीक़ बनता चला गया।


چلتا چلا گیا سلسلہ اس کہانی کا بڑھتا چلا گیا 
 محبت ایسی کی کی نہیں ہوگئی تھی
 تغافل سا شخص شفیق بنتاچلا گیا


तग़ाफ़ुल - बेपरवाह/ ध्यान न देना/ inconsiderate.
 शफ़ीक़ - फिक्रमंद / caring/kind

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Fatima Roomi

Dev Juneja knows the degree to which I love him, the greatness to which i owe him, the limits to which he is to me and I important to him. There ain't a need to tell him the love I feel deeply.
 This is for the every person reading this. Worries to be put aside, soon there will come a person in which you will find your "Dev Juneja".  Just stay right there with him, experience the serenity of love and never at any cost lose him.
You see I found mine.  In some fall of your life you'll find yours.

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Fatima Roomi

You see, he made me see the breathtakingly beautiful winters.

And then came the season of meadows filled with butterflies, the flamboyant flowers, there soothing fragrance. The spring of life.  You know, we experienced it together, we welcomed it together, we lived in it. Together. And as I am writing of it, here I am living that moment all over again.

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Fatima Roomi

Following days, winters succeeded. Cold. Shattering. Shivering. Dark. Depressing. I would acknowledge these huge adjectives to the first few weeks or a month of winters, when he held my hand and let my sorrows, sadness, shocks, trauma out of me.  He held my hands and caressed my back while I vomited the dark memories out of my body.  In time he managed to lull my demons with a soothing melody,  while building me to what I am today. The Last of the winters came when I realised, the sun and it's warmth, the beauty, the fragnance of winter mornings, relaxation after a hot coffee,  warmth of bonfire in chilly Nights.

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Fatima Roomi

He met me during the fall of my life, or rather Autumn I would prefer.
Some leaves, dear ones, faded yellow and gradually fell off, swaying and dancing down to the point from where there was no retrieval. He very patiently staring around my being bla kly and hollowly, ready to give up on everything, even the leaves that still clutched me tight, the green ones. He knew this was meant to happen. And very calmly he let all the toxic out of my life.

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