Just a quick question.

How do I forgive myself?

@hidden_voices

Ek khwaab aata hai kabhi kabhi,
Bina bulaye, bina wajah.
Tum hoti ho… bilkul waise hi,
Jaise sirf hona hi kaafi ho.

Tumhari ungli pakad ke
Ek chhoti si jaan chalti hai,
Na sawal, na darr,
Bas yakeen.

Is khwaab mein shor nahi hota,
Na vaade, na kasmein.
Sirf ek ghar jaisa ehsaas hota hai,
Jahan dil ko safai deni nahi padti.

Shayad haqeeqat kuch aur ho,
Shayad raaste alag likhe gaye ho,
Par ye khwaab…
Abhi zinda hai.

Tumhe biwi kehne ki zid nahi,
Use beti kehne ka daawa nahi.
Bas itna sach hai,
Ke agar zindagi ne kabhi poocha,
“Tum kya chahte the?”

Toh jawab sirf itna hota…

Tum.
Aur tumhare saath,
Wahi khwaab.

@Complimentsforher

Showing lust isn't the way of showing love.

@Complimentsforher

Nazasm, Jawaab:

Tumhara khwaab padha.
Aur ek pal ke liye
Main bhi usi raaste par chal di.

Tum, main,
Aur beech me ek chhoti si ungli
Jo dono par bharosa karti hai.

Sach ye hai
Maine bhi kabhi
Aisi hi tasveer sochi thi.
Bina shor ke,
Bina duniya ko samjhaaye.

Par kuch khwaab
Sirf isliye aate hain
Taaki hum jaan sakein
Ke hum kya kho sakte the,
Agar waqt thoda aur rehem karta.

Tumhara khwaab zinda hai,
Main maanti hoon.
Par har zinda cheez
Haqeeqat nahi ban paati.

Kabhi kabhi
Woh bas itna karti hai
Ke dil ko yaad dila de,
Hum pathar nahi bane.

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Morning

i have 70 reasons to make u happy 1 is hug and other is 69

Waise aapko LPG ki kyon zaroorat, aapki hotness ki wajah se khana apne aap cook ho jaana chahiye.

Hey, I know you're probably asleep right now, and maybe that's why I'm saying this…. I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time but kept holding it back. The truth is, from the very first day I got to know you, I started feeling something for you. I tried to ignore it and act normal because I didn’t want to make things weird or risk losing what we have. I guess I just didn’t want to keep pretending anymore. I really do like you… and honestly, it's okay if you don't feel the same way.. but for myself i have to say this.


[Confession copied from a reel's comment section, for school-going students 😂]

38, unmarried, 5'3", rejected by 45 girls.

I'm 38. Live in Delhi. Work in IT. Still single.

Not for lack of trying. I've asked. I've swiped. I've matched. I've showed up. And 45 times, it's gone the same way.

Yes, I kept count. 45. After 40, I started noting them down. At 45, I stopped. It was getting depressing.

The reason? Height. I'm 5 feet 3 inches.

Before you say "height doesn't matter" — try telling that to 45 women who stood up, looked at me, and slowly backed away like I was a fire hazard.

Let me tell you about some of them.

Girl #12

We spoke for two weeks. Good morning texts. Good night texts. She sent me her photo from Goa. I sent her my photo from office. She said I looked "cute." I was flying.

We decided to meet at Select City Walk. I reached early. Bought a coffee. Waited.

She walked in. Saw me. Smiled. Came closer. Then came closer. Then stood in front of me.

Her smile changed. You know that look when you order a burger and get a sandwich instead? That look.

She said "hi." I said "hi." She looked around. Then she said "is your friend coming?"

I said "it's just me."

She said "oh."

Just "oh."

She sat for ten minutes. Checked her phone eight times. Left saying "I have an emergency."

I still wonder what emergency starts at 5:30 pm on a Sunday.

Girl #23

This one was arranged by a friend. "She's perfect for you," he said. "Same interests. Same background. Same everything."

We met at a café in GK. She was already there. Sitting. I walked in. She looked up. I sat down.

First thing she said: "the chair is quite high, no?"

I said "yes, comfortable."

She said "no, I mean... never mind."

We talked for an hour. It was going okay. Then we got up to leave.

That's when it happened. She was standing. I was standing. She was looking at my forehead. I was looking at her neck.

She said "oh."

That "oh" again. Why is it always "oh"?

She said "I thought you'd be... taller?"

I said "the chair was high."

She didn't laugh.

Girl #31

Bumble match. She was 5'2". Her bio said "tall men please swipe left, I want someone my height."

I thought: finally. My moment.

We chatted for a week. She sent voice notes. I sent voice notes. She said "I love that you're not pretending to be tall." I said "I've accepted my fate."

We met at a park. She arrived. We saw each other. She smiled. I smiled.

Then she came closer. And closer. And then she said "wait."

I said "what?"

She said "you're... you're my height."

I said "yes? That's the point?"

She said "but I wanted someone taller."

I said "you wrote you want someone your height."

She said "I meant my height with heels."

I didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to say. We stood there, two short people, disappointing each other in silence.

Girl #44

This one hurt.

We met at a wedding. Friend's cousin. We danced. We laughed. She touched my arm. I thought: this is it. The one.

We talked for two hours. She asked about my job. I asked about hers. She laughed at my jokes. Real laughs. Not polite laughs.

At the end, she said "let's exchange numbers."

I said "sure."

She said "you're so fun."

I said "thanks."

Then I stood up.

She was still sitting. Then she stood up.

Her face changed. Like someone switched off a light.

She said "oh."

I said "what?"

She said "nothing."

We exchanged numbers. She never replied. I sent one text. Seen. Sent another. Left on read.

My friend called me next day. "What happened? She said you're great but... you know."

I said "I know."

The others

Some said "you're like a younger brother to me."

Some said "I just got back with my ex."

One said "my parents won't agree."

One said "I think we're better as friends."

One actually said "I wanted someone I can look up to. Literally."

I'm not making this up.

Now

My mom calls every Sunday. "Beta, the neighbour's son got married. He's shorter than you."

I say "good for him."

She says "his wife is taller."

I say "good for her."

She says "when will you?"

I say "next Sunday, ma. I'll get married next Sunday."

She doesn't laugh. I don't laugh either.

My friends are all married. Their wives try to set me up. "I have a friend. She's very sweet. She's... also on the shorter side."

I say "sure. Why not."

We meet. She's nice. We talk. Then she stands up. Then I stand up. Then the "oh" happens. Then nothing happens.

The truth

I have a good job. I have my own flat. I cook. I clean. I don't cheat. I don't lie. I show up on time. I remember birthdays.

But none of that matters when you walk into a room and the first thing people notice is how much of the room you're not taking up.

My therapist says "focus on what you bring to the table."

I bring food. I bring jokes. I bring stability. I bring a working AC.

If you're reading this and you're short, I feel for you.

How's life lately?

I recall my first time with a condom. I was 19 or so.

I went in to buy a packet of condoms at the pharmacy. There was this beautiful woman assistant behind the counter, and she could see that I was new at it.

She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.

I honestly answered, “No, this is my first time.”

So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure. I apparently still looked confused. So she looked all around the store to see if it was empty.

It was empty. “Just a minute,” she said and walked to the door and locked it.

Taking my hand, she led me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside, “Do these excite you?”she asked.

Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was nod my head.
She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk.

“Well, come on,” she said, 'We don't have much time.”

So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful, that unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few minutes.

She looked at me with a bit of a frown.

“Did you put that condom on?” she asked.

I said, “I sure did,” and held up my thumb to show her!


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Husn aafat nahin
toh fir kya hai,
Tu qayamat nahin
toh fir kya hai

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Warna hum to apni zindagi ke liye dua bhi nahi karte

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