watching anime for the first time..

for the longest time, i had one fixed opinion :

“that’s not for me”
i would say it confidently, like i already knew everything about it.

i had never tried it.
i had never given it a moment of my time.
but i had already decided it wasn’t something i’d enjoy.

then today…something changed

maybe it was boredom,
maybe i was tired of the same old routine,
or maybe i just wanted to prove myself right.

so i clicked on jujutsu kaisen
not with excitement,
but with the mindset of “see, this is why i don’t try new things.

but as time passed,
something unexpected happened.

i started noticing little details..
the way the story unfolded slowly,
the silence before an emotional moment,
the kind of sincerity i didn’t expect.

it wasn’t loud anymore.
it wasn’t childish.
it wasn’t “not for me”

it felt.. warm.

comforting, like sitting in a corner of the universe no one else knew about.

i realised i wasn’t just watching something new.
i was learning something new about myself.

how many times have i walked away from things
just because i assumed i wouldn’t like them?

i always thought i was protecting my comfort zone.
but maybe.. i was limiting my happiness.

maybe sometimes, the things we deny the fastest
are the ones waiting quietly to change us.

today i learned..

sometimes its not the new things that surprises us.
it’s the version of ourselves we meet when we finally try.

and maybe i’ll stop saying “this isn’t for me” so easily.

because what if..
it actually is?

देखो समझो ऐसा करना ठीक नहीं
चोरी चोरी उसको तकना ठीक नही

इश्क़ मुहब्बत प्यार वफ़ा सब जायज़ है
पर लड़की का पीछा करना ठीक नहीं

जिस लड़की ने हाल हमारा पूछा है
हाल मेरा तुम उस को कहना ठीक नही

इक लड़की है तुझ पर मरती है असग़र
इतना पत्थर दिल भी होना ठीक नहीं

इक दूजे की चिंता फिक्र परेशानी
वो तो ठीक है बाबू शोना ठीक नहीं!!


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आंखों में रहा दिल में उतर कर नहीं देखा 
कश्ती के मुसाफ़िर ने समुंदर नहीं देखा 

बे-वक़्त अगर जाऊंगा सब चौंक पड़ेंगे 
एक उम्र हुई दिन में कभी घर नहीं देखा 

जिस दिन से चला हूं मेरी मंज़िल पे नज़र है 
आंखों ने कभी मील का पत्थर नहीं देखा

ये फूल मुझे कोई विरासत में मिले हैं 
तुम ने मेरा काँटों भरा बिस्तर नहीं देखा 

यारों की मोहब्बत का यक़ीं कर लिया मैंने 
फूलों में छुपाया हुआ ख़ंजर नहीं देखा 

महबूब का घर हो कि बुज़ुर्गों की ज़मीनें 
जो छोड़ दिया फिर उसे मुड़ कर नहीं देखा 

ख़त ऐसा लिखा है कि नगीने से जड़े हैं
वो हाथ कि जिसने कोई ज़ेवर नहीं देखा

पत्थर मुझे कहता है मेरा चाहने वाला
मैं मोम हूं उसने मुझे छूकर नहीं देखा

 

   ✦✦✦ बसीर बद्र जी ✦✦✦

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

When someone asks me what's my biggest fear but I can't say disappointing my parents, not achieving my goals and not getting the life I planned so I say snakes.

Can you relate this ?????

𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬...𔘓𔘓𔘓
   
                            ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Gud morning all have an amazing & productive day...❤️✅

Keep hustling keep growing & always keep muskurana 💌🖇️

Mubahila Quadri

Mai btaaun kya ,?
mujhe kya mile...,
mujhe sbr hi ka, sila mile...🤍✨

it feels like life gives everyone else the best moments…
and i’m left with whatever remains.

i watch people living.
really living.
laughing, exploring, moving forward.
and i just stand there…
wanting the same things,
but never reaching them.

i try so hard.
i push myself.
i hope.
but every time i think things will change,
i find myself back in the same place,
in the same room,
with the same routine.

it’s like i’m stuck in a loop
that only i can’t escape.

i want to feel something new.
a different life.
a different version of me.
i want to breathe without feeling heavy.

but instead,
i wake up and do what I’m supposed to do.
study. prepare. repeat.

people say I’m too emotional,
too ambitious,
too much.

maybe they’re right.

maybe my real crime
is wanting more than what life decided to give me.

because every night, before i fall asleep,
i close my eyes and imagine a life
where I’m happy,
where I’m fulfilled,
where I’m not constantly losing.

and when i wake up,
nothing has changed.

i tell God i’m tired.
i tell Him i’m trying.
sometimes I even ask Him,
“why does it hurt so much to want something?”

he doesn’t answer.
but i hope he listens.

i just want one day
where i feel like i’m not behind.
one day where it doesn’t hurt
to want more.

Kehne ko do lfzon ka hai.....,🍁🍂
Or raaz do jhaaan k taweel h isme.....🖇️

❤️:)

How do you know when you love someone?

People say love feels magical.
That it’s soft, warm, safe.

But for me…
love is when I finally speak.

When the words I usually lock away
start slipping out like I can’t stop them.
When I don’t have to translate my thoughts
into something smaller, quieter, easier to digest.

When someone doesn’t ask why I’m so silent
because, with them… I’m not.

Most days, I live unheard.
My voice stays trapped behind my ribs,
my feelings hide behind a practiced smile.

But then someone comes along
and suddenly I’m talking
rambling, sharing, confessing parts of myself
I swore I’d keep buried.

And that’s when I realize
I must love them…

otherwise why would my silence break for them?
But it never ends there.

Because people don’t stay.

They take the version of me that nobody else gets,
they enjoy the softness,
the vulnerability,
the unfiltered honesty…

…and then they leave.

Suddenly I am alone again,
except this time I’m not just silent
I am exposed.

And then one question haunts me..

“Did I overshare myself into heartbreak?”

Because now someone out there carries
the pieces of my soul I never shared with anyone.
They know the exact places where I crack.
They know the memories that drown me.
They know where I’m weak…
and they’ve proven they know how to use it.

It’s a special kind of pain
to realise your heart became someone’s leverage.

They didn’t just walk away.
They left fingerprints on the parts of me
I can’t get rid of.

They joked about what wounded me.
They turned my vulnerability into entertainment.
They laughed while I fell apart,
especially when others were watching.

And there I was
holding my own broken pieces
while they acted like they never touched them.

That’s where trust issues come from.

Not from being cold,
but from once being open
to the wrong person.

I don’t fear love.
I fear what people do
with the things I say in love.

I’m not scared of being hurt.
I’m scared of being known
and then thrown away.

Because every time I let someone in,
they leave with parts of me
I’ll never get back.

And I’m still here trying to fill the spaces
with silence again.

I don’t want someone
who loves my loudness if they can’t handle my quiet.
Someone who enjoys the unlocked version of me
but disappears when the room gets dark.

If you cannot stay for the mess,
you don’t deserve the version of me who tries.

I’m tired of giving people the map to my heart
only for them to choose the exit.

हम बताएं तो बताने की जरूरत क्या है,
किसको मालूम नहीं आपकी नीयत क्या है... 
अपने बाजार का मैयार सम्भालो पहले,
बाद में पूछना मुझसे मेरी क़ीमत क्या है..!!

शुभ रात्रि

~वसीम बरेलवी

सोए कहाँ थे आँखों ने तकिए भिगोए थे
हम भी कभी किसी के लिए ख़ूब रोए थे..

~ बशीर बद्र

Who you become in the process of accomplishing a goal is the real prize.

The goal just gives you a reason to become that person.


Gud morning all...have an amazing & productive day 💌✨

Keep hustling keep growing keep muskurana ✨🤍 ~Mubahila

तमाम उम्र मुहब्बत में मुब्तला रहा था
वो एक शख़्स जो विरह के गीत गा रहा था

उधर वो वस्त्र चुरा‌ता था गोपिकाओं के
इधर वो द्रौपदी के चीर को बढ़ा रहा था

वो दिन भी आए कि इक शख़्स को मनाने में
मैं रोज़ अपनी ही नज़रों से गिरता जा रहा था

ज़रा-सी बात पे छोड़ा था मैंने घर अपना
पलट के जाते हुए पांव लड़खड़ा रहा था

हमारे साथ भी आखिर वही हुआ ऐ दोस्त!
मुहब्बतों में जो सदियों से होता आ रहा था!!



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कुशल दौनेरिया