It happens when I am exhausted and drunk. Sort of sensitivity in me when wants touch extremes. I sit for hours, and hours contemplating every thing, Quiet.Silent.
Me.
अपने हाथों की लकीरों में बसा ले मुझको, मैं हूँ तेरा तो नसीब अपना बना ले मुझको
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I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty. View all posts by Sumita Jetley
