Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
well mjh haqeer faqeer pa ap kia tafseer kar sktay hain....banda to nadan ...hairan-o-preshan...snjeda-o-ranjeda...bay had pacheda qisam ka insan hn....jis k pas munkrir-ul-mizaj kisam ka qalb or mutanafas-ul-mizaj kisam ka zahan ha..(ya batain ap ki samaj ma nai aai gin..so LEAVE IT!)
ab banda apnay muin say apni tarf kartay howay acha lagta ha kia...nai na....
anywaz me here in search of friends.....
requiremnts for friend r:
no age limit
dosen't matter boy or girl
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