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Zaruri nahi k har woh shay jiski dil khuwahish kare, woh issay mil bhi jaye Khair zaruri tu yeh bhi nahi k iski har khuwahish jayez bhi ho Dil tu bus woh bigra sa bacha hai ju zid pe ar jaye tu Ghar sar pe utha le Dilchasp baat yeh hai k dil ki uss pe kaise chale jiski khud kissi pe nai chalti Dil tu bus woh bigra sa bacha ju sirf cha'ana janta hai, isse kahan gharz k iski chahtu'n ki kitne keemte mein utaar bethi hun Yeh tu bus cha'ana janta hai, yeh tu bus who bigra sa bacha hai

Congenital analgesia is the inborn inability to feel any physical pain.  I thought it was the coolest possible condition, how amazing would life be without pain slowing us down?  It is of two types, TypeI the patient fails to perceive pain (lack the receptors that perceive the painful stimuli). In TypeII even though the patient would feel pain would be unable to respond to it (no matter how much they suffer they won't withdraw, not even flinch).  Fascinated, I continued to read.  Despite sounding beneficial, it is actually an extremely dangerous condition. Children with this condition often suffer oral cavity damage both in and around the oral cavity (such as having bitten off the tip of their tongue) or fractures to bones. Because the child cannot feel pain, they may not respond to problems, thus being at a higher risk of more severe diseases . Huh, pain acts an indicators? Ironically, prevents damage and prepares us for worse, why did I never realize that be...

Aaj phir soocha tumhe, Phir aankh bhar aye, Zindagi ne Ajab sitam zareefi dhayi, Har taraf hai bebasi, har taraf tanhayi, Udasi se tu hai azal ki ashnayi Par musarat se aesi judai? Aaj phir soocha tumhe, Phir aankh bhar aye

Her smile, it wasn't enchanting yet it was gentle and heartwarming. Those eyes weren't so much as almond shaped or guarded by enticing perfuse lashes, but they were kind and deep. "Oh please, I am not pretty" , was her usual response to plesantaries about the way she looked. Truth be told she wasn't pretty, she wasn't pretty at all. She was beautiful, but not everyone was lucky enough to see it.

To be fair it was foolish of her to think, anyone could replace you or even come close to what you were to her. She tried though, like a little warrior getting up every time she was knocked down by mistrust, disappointments and unrealistic expectations.  But that didn't mean, it didn't break her, because it did; beyond repair. There came a point, though; where she couldn't feel a thing even when she tried, even when she wanted. That bothered her too; but what she didn't realize was that it was fof her own good, for no one could ever replace you or even come close to what you were to her.

Meri Zindagi ki Wairaniya'n Bani Rawnakei'n kisi aur ki Mita sake ju na ansu mere Woh dast, baant'te rahe roshni

His wrinkled forehead, and the bushy eyebrows. That baby face and those man tantrums, she was scared to get smitten. Mainly because deep down she knew, she already was.