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A short note about my journal I realised that I have stopped trading my ideas and feelings with my green coloured journal; well, for a long time. It is here right in front of me, resting peacefully on my table. But if it would have emotions, it would heave a sigh or even frown. Because I haven't bothered to take care of it. As much as the journal waited for me, I too have waited with a bated breath to scribble anything; just anything. The first time I met my journal in a stationary at zampa, I felt that this journal will journey with me in the jungle of my thoughts. I told myself, I should purchase it at a drop of a hat. I always tell that to myself. lt happens every time I visit a stationary; the first thing my eyes would scan is a notebook or a journal. No matter where they would be hiding, I would find them. I met many friends who mentored me on writing. They were always helpful. I shall keep writing and I shall keep in touch with my journal. For I decided not to sell my love for writing and reading for some mess of pottage. I decided not to sweep my hours away, for these hours would neither wait for me nor the weight of regret would make time come back. My journal

A short note about my journal I realised that I have stopped trading my ideas and feelings with my green coloured journal; well, for a long time. It is here right in front of me, resting peacefully on my table. But if it would have emotions, it would heave a sigh or even frown. Because I haven't bothered to take care of it. As much as the journal waited for me, I too have waited with a bated breath to scribble anything; just anything. The first time I met my journal in a stationary at zampa, I felt that this journal will journey with me in the jungle of my thoughts. I told myself, I should purchase it at a drop of a hat. I always tell that to myself. lt happens every time I visit a stationary; the first thing my eyes would scan is a notebook or a journal. No matter where they would be hiding, I would find them. I met many friends who mentored me on writing. They were always helpful. I shall keep writing and I shall keep in touch with my journal. For I decided not to sell my love for writing and reading for some mess of pottage. I decided not to sweep my hours away, for these hours would neither wait for me nor the weight of regret would make time come back. My journal

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Oh god It doesn't matter money less or more. It doesn't matter house big or small The only matter's for me a person with love in his heart for me... Is that too much ? heart talk

Oh god It doesn't matter money less or more. It doesn't matter house big or small The only matter's for me a person with love in his heart for me... Is that too much ? heart talk

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jinke jane se har sakhs pareshan h koi nhi pooch rha, hindu h ki musalman h. mutthi bhar logo ne bana diya majhab ko dusman kya fark padta h ki kapoor h ki kon khan h heart talk

jinke jane se har sakhs pareshan h koi nhi pooch rha, hindu h ki musalman h. mutthi bhar logo ne bana diya majhab ko dusman kya fark padta h ki kapoor h ki kon khan h heart talk

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###Heart Talk

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People Not Care Of you And your Real Love Dont show Them LOVE and Care #Heart #Talk

People Not Care Of you And your Real Love Dont show Them LOVE and Care #Heart #Talk

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haste hue gaal pe dimple kapde phen k milna simple noorani chera tera kre twinkle bhut yaad ata hai jab tasveer dekh pata h roona nikal jaata hai sandesh bheju tujhe ekbr par mujhe likhne bhi khaa ata hai. roo lete h ratoo ke andhere chiragoo mein tasver se nikal ke bhala kon aatahai ©heart talk #heart talk

haste hue gaal pe dimple kapde phen k milna simple noorani chera tera kre twinkle bhut yaad ata hai jab tasveer dekh pata h roona nikal jaata hai sandesh bheju tujhe ekbr par mujhe likhne bhi khaa ata hai. roo lete h ratoo ke andhere chiragoo mein tasver se nikal ke bhala kon aatahai ©heart talk #heart talk