<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078</id><updated>2024-10-24T21:54:47.458+05:30</updated><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Life"/><category term="Article"/><category term="LessonOfLife"/><category term="Life&#39;s Question"/><category term="Motivational Quotes"/><category term="Lessons"/><category term="Tiny Stories"/><category term="Lesson"/><category term="Meaning of Life"/><category term="LifeHack"/><category term="Relationship"/><category term="Finding the meaning"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Feelings"/><category term="Me"/><category term="You"/><category term="You and Me"/><category term="Failure"/><category term="Relation"/><category term="Affair"/><category term="Attack"/><category term="Crossroads"/><category term="Defence"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="Success"/><category term="Time"/><title type='text'>Life: Nothing but Still Everything </title><subtitle type='html'>Blog is related to day to day life problems its solutions, life hacks, motivational quotes and poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mohit Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208332327172281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078.post-163675326059885336</id><published>2018-12-08T12:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-12-08T12:43:50.769+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>कोरे काग़ज़</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&amp;#2344; &amp;#2344;&amp;#2332;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2350; &amp;#2344; &amp;#2361;&amp;#2368; &amp;#2327;&amp;#2332;&amp;#2364;&amp;#2354;,&lt;br&gt;
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यादों की धुँध में, &lt;br /&gt;
धूप निकली नहीं है,&lt;br /&gt;
एक पल के लिए,&lt;br /&gt;
आहट सी हो रही है, &lt;br /&gt;
समुंदर की तरह,&lt;br /&gt;
नींद की दरीया में, &lt;br /&gt;
एक अजनबी से,&lt;br /&gt;
मुलाकात हो रही है, &lt;br /&gt;
चाँद तुम सो रहे हो,&lt;br /&gt;
या किस्मत की बात है,&lt;br /&gt;
उसके दिल में भी,&lt;br /&gt;
एक आरज़ू हो रही है &lt;/div&gt;
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Defination of Nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn&#39;t wait for You or Me...&lt;br /&gt;Days pass &#39;n year change,&lt;br /&gt;You miss me...I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;You moved away with Loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life changes,&lt;br /&gt;Friends change,&lt;br /&gt;People change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your heart has&lt;br /&gt;Those precious moments engraved in it,&lt;br /&gt;If you want it or not,&lt;br /&gt;They are always their,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making you sad at Happy times&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n Happy at sad times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about those Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n Happy days than Smile... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n when somebody asks you the Reason For That SMILE.....&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST SAY…………&quot;NOTHING&quot;…!!&lt;/div&gt;
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मैं इतना तो कर सकता हूँ ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ ,&lt;/div&gt;
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इज़हार ना करूँ फ़िर भी ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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तुम नहीं , दिल में रखी तुम्हारी तस्वीर से ही ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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निगाहें मिले न मिले दूर से देख कर ही,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;मिले जब, तुम्हारी आँखों में डूब कर ही,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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तुम्हारी उन बातों में&amp;nbsp; खो कर ही,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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हवा में बहती तुम्हारी उस खुसबू से ही ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ,&lt;/div&gt;
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हक़ीक़त ना सही तुम्हें ख़्वाब में पा कर ही,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम से मोहब्बत तो कर सकता हूँ...!!&lt;/div&gt;
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एक कविता बना,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे कोई मेहसूस करता,&lt;br /&gt;
जैसे एक कवि,&lt;br /&gt;
मोहब्बत को शब्दों से सजाता,&lt;/div&gt;
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लिखे जो बातें मैंने ,&lt;br /&gt;
उसकी वो मोहब्बत की,&lt;br /&gt;
कोई&amp;nbsp; मुझे भी याद कर,&lt;br /&gt;
आँसुओं से&amp;nbsp; रूबरू करता,&lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता, &lt;/div&gt;
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ओढ के&amp;nbsp; दर्द&amp;nbsp; की चादर,&lt;br /&gt;
सर्द रात में, कोई शमा पे, &lt;br /&gt;
मेरा जिक्र करता&lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता, &lt;/div&gt;
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खुबसूरती&amp;nbsp; का एहसास ,&lt;br /&gt;
पलकों से कराता,&lt;br /&gt;
लबों पे इकरार, &lt;br /&gt;
मोहब्बत समझाता,&lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता,&lt;/div&gt;
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बिताए पल वो,&lt;br /&gt;
यादों में समेटता,&lt;br /&gt;
हवा में पैगाम,&lt;br /&gt;
वो इश्क का देता,&lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता,&lt;/div&gt;
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लिख देता वो,&lt;br /&gt;
मोहब्बत का किस्सा हमरा,&lt;br /&gt;
यूहीं कोफी पे,&lt;br /&gt;
मेरा इन्तज़ार करना,&lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता&lt;/div&gt;
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अटका के निगाहें,&lt;br /&gt;
निगाहों में,&lt;br /&gt;
वो अपना हाल-ए-दिल कहता,&lt;br /&gt;
कर के इज़हार-ए-इश्क, &lt;br /&gt;
किसी दिन कोई कवि बन ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुझे भी कविता बना लिख देता&lt;/div&gt;
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भीगा के पन्नों&amp;nbsp; को अश्कों से,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम्हें यादों से उतारा है ,&lt;br /&gt;
लिख कर दास्ताँ हमारी ,&lt;br /&gt;
मिलने को तुम्हें बुलाया है,&lt;br /&gt;
अब मौसम का मिज़ाज भी बदला है ,&lt;br /&gt;
सूरज भी जल्दी अस्त हुआ है ,&lt;br /&gt;
रात&amp;nbsp; का सफ़र अब थोड़ा&amp;nbsp; लम्बा है ,&lt;br /&gt;
मुलाकातों के लिए वक़्त हमें मिला है ,&lt;br /&gt;
नहीं रहेगी अब बातें अधूरी,&lt;br /&gt;
शमा पे चाँद देर तक ठहरा है ,&lt;br /&gt;
ओढ़ कर प्यार की चादर ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुमसे मिलने को&amp;nbsp; दिल तैयार बैठा है&amp;nbsp; ||
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ए हवा जरा इतना बता,&lt;br /&gt;
तू क्या कहती है,&lt;br /&gt;
जो लहू वो बहता है सरहद पर,&lt;br /&gt;
तू क्या नहीं उसे डरती है,&lt;br /&gt;
आखिर है वो घर तेरा,&lt;br /&gt;
जिसे वो बचा रहे,&lt;br /&gt;
सैनिक ही तो है, जो अपनी जान गवा रहे,&lt;br /&gt;
एक घर जो वो बचा रहे ,&lt;br /&gt;
एक घर जो वो उजाढ रहे,&lt;br /&gt;
आखिर किसी का लाल ही है जो क़ुर्बान हो रहे है,&lt;br /&gt;
एक घर सरहद के इस पार भी है, &lt;br /&gt;
एक घर सरहद के उस पार भी है,&lt;br /&gt;
जहां पर किसी की बूढ़ी माँ - तो किसी का बूढ़ा बाप,&lt;br /&gt;
भी अपने लाल की राह देख रहे है,&lt;br /&gt;
आँखे उनकी भी तरसती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तो कोई पापा कहने को भी तरस्ता है,&lt;br /&gt;
एक घर सुना वो भी होता है,&lt;br /&gt;
हवा तू क्यूं नहीं उन्हें बताती हैं,&lt;br /&gt;
मजहब तो तेरा कोई नहीं है,&lt;br /&gt;
तो उन्हें क्यू नहीं समझाती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू वो पैगाम दे उन्हें जो बैठे खूर्सी पे जंग का एलान कर रहे, &lt;br /&gt;
पूंछ उनको उनके लाल के बारे में, &lt;br /&gt;
क्या कापती नहीं रूह उनकी लाल की मौत से, &lt;br /&gt;
जब दिवाली का दीपक जलता है,&lt;br /&gt;
तो कही किसी घर का चिराग भुजता है,&lt;br /&gt;
जब होली का रंग खेलते है,&lt;br /&gt;
तो कोई लहू से भी खेलता है,&lt;br /&gt;
तो कही किसी घर में कोई विधवा भी होता है,&lt;br /&gt;
वो घर भी त्यौहारों पे अपनों को दूंद्ता है,&lt;br /&gt;
सरहद पर तो मेरा जवान ही मरता है,&lt;br /&gt;
ए हवा जरा इतना बता,&lt;br /&gt;
क्यू तू चिंगारी को हवा देती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू क्यू मज़हब के नाम पर लड़ने देती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू क्यू नहीं थम थी जब आग लगती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू चिराग भी भुजा देती है तू आग भी लगा देती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू एक घर की फिर से याद दिलाती है,&lt;br /&gt;
जहाँ अक्सर गोली की चिक सुनाई देती है,&lt;br /&gt;
तू उन माँ और बाप की फिर आस तोड़ जाती है,&lt;br /&gt;
ए हवा तेरी कोई सरहद नहीं,&lt;br /&gt;
तो उस पार भी अमन और चैन का पैगाम पहुंचाती क्यू नहीं..!!
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Judge,&lt;br /&gt;
let them judge you,&lt;br /&gt;
for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;
they are there to only judge you,&lt;br /&gt;
whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;
they will judge you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The world is more or less is made only to Judge you,&lt;br /&gt;
let&#39;s not that make you change yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
you are beautiful in your own way,&lt;br /&gt;
no one is perfect in this world,&lt;br /&gt;
so are you.&lt;br /&gt;
Perfection is not to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;
perfection is what to look within,&lt;br /&gt;
if world would be so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;
I say people won&#39;t be crying for themselves.
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Everyone is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone is facing,&lt;br /&gt;
problems are made to make you,&lt;br /&gt;
problems aren&#39;t made to break you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, diamond and pebbles have the same quality,&lt;br /&gt;
but pressure is what makes the difference,&lt;br /&gt;
become the diamond with the flaw,&lt;br /&gt;
then the pebble with perfection,&lt;br /&gt;
and let the world Judge you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coz only true one will value the Diamond,&lt;br /&gt;
others will be busy collecting the pebbles. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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The drenched man,&lt;br /&gt;
with a wet shirt,&lt;br /&gt;
standing outside,&lt;br /&gt;
to feel the rain,&lt;br /&gt;
with every drop.&lt;br /&gt;
He is crying,&lt;br /&gt;
inside he is dying,&lt;br /&gt;
This world was cruel to him,&lt;br /&gt;
in rain he cried to avoid the pain,&lt;br /&gt;
a man cannot be emotional,&lt;br /&gt;
what the world tag,&lt;br /&gt;
just not to embrace,&lt;br /&gt;
he cry in rain,&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me what...&lt;br /&gt;
Is emotion what makes a man,&lt;br /&gt;
the heart which cries,&lt;br /&gt;
is strongest in the sense. &lt;/div&gt;
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Discover yourself and follow your heart...&lt;br /&gt;
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Life has never promised you anything nor did destiny,&lt;br /&gt;
but people in life did promised you,&lt;br /&gt;
some said they would never leave your hand,....LIE...!&lt;br /&gt;
some said they would LOVE you until death.....LIE...!&lt;br /&gt;
some said you were the most precious one.........LIE...!&lt;br /&gt;
Life is made up of such beautiful lies...&lt;br /&gt;
All that matter is, how you faced the time....&lt;br /&gt;
with passing of time you finally realized those were just LIES...&lt;br /&gt;
The only question we ask to ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Would life be much better without these lies....???&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the truth is, the time you live on those big lies were the only time you lived...&lt;/div&gt;
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Everytime I see you,&lt;br /&gt;
I ran out of my words,&lt;br /&gt;
yet everytime we were apart,&lt;br /&gt;
I had thousand thought to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how to hold the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;
When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;
Getting lost in those eyes and smile was only thing I do,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of calling you,&lt;br /&gt;
your voice is what my heart wants to hear,&lt;br /&gt;
But again with racing heart,&lt;br /&gt;
I lost in the voice of yours,&lt;br /&gt;
Only in the silence I could speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;
Because baby I always ran out of words,&lt;br /&gt;
whenever I see you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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How to decide what&#39;s in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
where your words contradict,&lt;br /&gt;
the action you play,&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you know what,&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t make you feel important,&lt;br /&gt;
when your ignorance made me feel annoyed,&lt;br /&gt;
all I want is to hear those words,&lt;br /&gt;
only to make this relationship work,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;
But I am afraid I might not disturb you,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to text you,&lt;br /&gt;
But baby, I search for reasons to speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;
How do I define what I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;
Coz when I try to speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;
people stop me to reach you,&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder why people are jealous of us,&lt;br /&gt;
When I am stuck in between friendship and love for you,&lt;br /&gt;
When I don&#39;t speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;
I gather my words,&lt;br /&gt;
to design you in my words,&lt;br /&gt;
like I am speaking to you,&lt;br /&gt;
Today, you might not hear me,&lt;br /&gt;
but one day you&#39;ll read,&lt;br /&gt;
and understand what I meant to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;
but Baby, that day I might not be there to hear you.&lt;/div&gt;
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While we are the generation which is regarded as break up done wrong. Ever wonder what is the reason for such breaks up, mental trauma. &lt;br /&gt;
Let me tell you few instances where we go wrong in life, the reason why we end up on note of break up in relationship. &lt;/div&gt;
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Look around yourself and see how many people are settling in..?? Probably, a HELL lot of. People settle into Okay relationships, Okay jobs, Okay friendships, and most importantly Okay life. &lt;br /&gt;
I WONDER why only Okay..?? Why not something you deserve. Probably because OKAY is comfortable.... Okay pay bills, it provides warm bed at &lt;u&gt;night&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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Many people are fine with okay...and that&#39;s Okay.&lt;br /&gt;
I tell you okay is not passion, it&#39;s not life changing or unforgettable. OKAY is just another reason why you don&#39;t want to risk absolutely and everything you got for the smallest change that something absolutely amazing could &lt;u&gt;happen&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t settle for okay, love hurts. No, love doesn&#39;t hurt, wrong love does, wrong lover hurts. Don&#39;t accept something normal and live normal life. Except more, demand more and live more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now where is the problem, why we make fault while choosing the right person..?? &lt;/div&gt;
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Do you know the worst thing a man can do to a women in life..? &lt;br /&gt;
It is making her fall in love with you when you have no intentions of loving her back. When you have no intention of loving the girl, it just you find attractive and want to date, and look Macho in society coz you have girlfriend. Than please stay away, you are at wrong place. Men are of manners and &lt;u&gt;chivalry&lt;/u&gt;. They know how to treat a women. They are kind and witty and stay loyal in both friendship and love.&lt;/div&gt;
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And guess what women&#39;s mistake is, they choose wrong men and paint all the men as demons. Ladies out there, if your eyes can&#39;t see beyond a beard and biceps, then you deserve eyes full of water. There is so much more to men than what camera captures. Don&#39;t love a eye feast love a soul food. &lt;/div&gt;
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You can&#39;t cheat on someone if you are in love with them, you just can&#39;t do it, you wouldn&#39;t even consider doing it. If you can cheat on someone you claim to be in love with, you are not in love, you are just in love with the idea of being in love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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LOVE is just a rope of sand, in the generation of dates, where people mingle to get dates... True love has lost it&#39;s place. &lt;/div&gt;
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When we date, we search for looks, style, body etc.... How many you have looked for good heart..?? &lt;br /&gt;
The problem with good heart people is they see best in you when you don&#39;t need them. When you are at worst, they will lift you up, keeping aside their priorities. For them the word &#39;busy&#39; doesn&#39;t exist only... They will make time for you, even when you don&#39;t make for them. And you wonder why they are more sensitive and caring people.&amp;nbsp; They are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return and you think their existence isn&#39;t that essential to your well being..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just coz they don&#39;t make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they have earned and you accept the love you think you are entitled to. &lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ll tell you one thing the day the good heart will give up on you, your skies will turn dark, you&#39;ll miss the sunshine in your life, and your world will turn &lt;u&gt;numb&lt;/u&gt;. Remember a heart does not turn cold until it&#39;s been treated with coldness for a while. &lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t choose people in life with just the outside looks or money or style, just it makes the person looks attractive doesn&#39;t mean it&#39;s LOVE.... A good book never reveals its secret in once, and you can never judge a book by its cover. &lt;/div&gt;
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Attraction is a temporary love and love is permanent attraction, just the matter of words but makes a big difference in life. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just don&#39;t enter any relationship just with the idea of being in LOVE.... Don&#39;t look for love, &amp;nbsp;let love find you, that&#39;s why it is called falling in love, coz you just fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;अल्फाज़ से मैं ने खेलना छोड़ दिया,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;किताबों में मैं ने लिखना छोड़ दिया,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;प्यार लिखता था मैं किताब में, तुम्हारे लिए,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;तुम्हारे जाने से मै ने लिखना ही छोड़ दिया ।।&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;कलम भी चलती नहीं,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;याद अब तुम्हारी सताती नहीं,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;लफ्ज़ बयान करता था मै,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;जो कभी होठो पे आए नहीं ।।&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;अब जब मै लिखने बैठता हू,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;सोचता हू क्या लिखूँ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;सवारता था तुम्हें शब्दों में,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;किसे सवारू जब साथ तुम नहीं ।।&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;दर्द जो था वो बयान कर दिया,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;लिख कर ही तुमसे मै लड़ लिया,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;अब वजह भी नहीं है लड़ने की,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;आखिर तुमने भी तो हमारा साथ छोड़&amp;nbsp; दिया ।।&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;तुम गए मेरी ज़िन्दगी से इस कदर,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;लिखना तो क्या हंसना&amp;nbsp; तक छोड़ दिया,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;हसी जो थी तुमसे मेरी,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;तुमने तो मेरी वो हसी ही छिन्न ली ।।&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;किया हमने भी प्यार बेशुमार,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;शायद कमी कही हम में ही रह गयी होगी,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;नहीं तो छोड़ते ना तुम हमे यूँही,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;कही ना कही इस प्यार में कमी रह गयी होगी....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;She was again one who suffered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;A candle march followed her death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;1800 days took Justice to prevail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;When factum was proved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;What it took so much pain to decide the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The question which I ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Where are those who conducted candle march,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Was no one bothered to decide the case??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Today everyone is posting on Facebook, Twitter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Where were you in those 1800 days??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Crime has not stopped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Yesterday it was Nirbhaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Today someone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;What you did to bring a change??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Stop doing candle march,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Act against them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Justice will only Prevail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;When girls will be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;- Mohit Jain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1) फ़ासलों का एहसास तब हुआ ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; जब &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;मैंने कहा में ठीक हूँ और उसने मान लिया ....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;2) आँखें थी जो कह गयी सब कुछ..!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; लफ्ज़ होतें तो मुकर गए होतें…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;3) एक बार और उलझना हैं तुमसे,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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6)&amp;nbsp; मेरी  कोई  खता  तो  साबित  कर ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; जो बुरा  हूँ  तो  बुरा  साबित  कर ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; तुझे  चाहा  है  कितना  तू  क्या  जाने ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
चल  मैं  बेवफा  ही  सही ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; तू  अपनी  वफ़ा तो&amp;nbsp; साबित  कर ..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&amp;nbsp; किस तरह करे खुद को तेरे प्यार के क़ाबिल हम, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; हम आदतें बदलते है तो तुम शर्ते बदल देते हो। &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&amp;nbsp; औक़ात नही थी जमाने में जो मेरी कीमत लगा सके,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; कबख़्त इश्क में क्या गिरे, मुफ़्त में नीलाम हो गए.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ना चाहत के अंदाज़ अलग, ना दिल के जज़्बात अलग.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; थी सारी बात लकीरों की, तेरे हाथ अलग, मेरे हाथ अलग…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;10)&amp;nbsp; फासला रख के आखिर क्या हासिल कर लिया तुमने,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; रहते तो आज भी तुम मेरे दिल में हो | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “मैं अक्सर सोचा करता हूँ ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; जाने कितना प्यार लगा होगा इतनी नफ़रत के लिये ” |&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;जाना हि था , तो क़रीब क्यों हुए ,&lt;br /&gt;
जब आना हि था फिर से , तो दूर क्यों हुए,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;क्यों वक़्त बिताया हमारे साथ ,&lt;br /&gt;
जब ज़रूरत थी तुम्हें हमारी ,&lt;br /&gt;
उनकी अनुपस्थिति में ,&lt;br /&gt;
छोड़ दिया साथ उनके आते ही ,&lt;br /&gt;
गम न है , इस बात कि तुम चल दिए ,&lt;br /&gt;
दर्द तो इस बात है की ,&lt;br /&gt;
छोड़&amp;nbsp; दिया था हमने सब कुछ तुम्हारे लिए ,&lt;br /&gt;
तुम्हें अपना समझ के ||&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/feeds/4839370244443720308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/4839370244443720308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/4839370244443720308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohit Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208332327172281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIv5dMPYenRq_UOQXzFd6kcytv5CJ12OgHZJlCZ2xxelbkiVlTTX34nbgnj2V4ZmTC4I-h7xnlw1po-cWQU2zzed5Ck8JiU_FD-dcpghkVxLTGSWl3-J8hn4jlXut7-QvRb9RIu7e7ZDk/s72-c/1494138404289.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078.post-5043871904391729003</id><published>2017-04-26T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2017-04-26T14:23:52.033+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>मैं  गुनाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
नफरतों कि&amp;nbsp; इस&amp;nbsp; दुनिया&amp;nbsp; में,&lt;br /&gt;
चाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ ,&lt;br /&gt;
मैं आज भी मोहब्बत बेपनाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ॥&lt;br /&gt;
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भटका मुसाफिर हूँ ,&lt;br /&gt;
एक यह मेरी&amp;nbsp; कहानी है ,&lt;br /&gt;
पहुंचा दे मंज़िल तक वो राह ढूँढ़ता हूँ ॥ &lt;br /&gt;
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निकाला गया हूँ इस तरह किसी के दिल से ,&lt;br /&gt;
हर किसी के दिल में, अब पनाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ ॥ &lt;br /&gt;
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लोंगो कि नज़र में नफ़रत के सिवा कुछ नहीं ,&lt;br /&gt;
जिसमें सिर्फ़ प्यार हो,&lt;br /&gt;
वह निग़ाह ढूंढता हूँ ॥&lt;br /&gt;
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जानता हूँ कि&amp;nbsp; ये मुम्किन नहीँ ,&lt;br /&gt;
अपनी हर गज़ल में वाह-वाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ॥&lt;br /&gt;
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अपनी कहानी का अंदाज़ की अलग है औरों से ,&lt;br /&gt;
सज़ा तो मिल चुकी, बस गुनाह ढूँढ़ता हूँ॥ &lt;br /&gt;
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One poem which makes us think over and above every relation we are holding, just read and understand the depth of the words.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I&#39;ll be dead.....,&lt;br /&gt;
Your tears will flow...,&lt;br /&gt;
But I won&#39;t know...&lt;br /&gt;
Cry for me now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;
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You will send flowers...,&lt;br /&gt;
But I won&#39;t see...,&lt;br /&gt;
Send them now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;ll forget my faults...,&lt;br /&gt;
But I won&#39;t know...,&lt;br /&gt;
Forget them now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;ll miss me then...,&lt;br /&gt;
But I won&#39;t feel...,&lt;br /&gt;
Miss me now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;ll wish..,&lt;br /&gt;
You could have spent more time with me...,&lt;br /&gt;
Spend it now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeDPx0JqJqosBI79rVbrvQIIs7a1_ELPSXAkJePhlG75BMUACIgOkAoiKL7hyyfxGrRG2sGBtz-sE6KLHmll4AULrMVsizmD3yZVpvkNh8UEMyJVTLCri-de_FV55rzBPyPsCK_Zgm4g/s1600/Romantic-SunsHet-480x640.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeDPx0JqJqosBI79rVbrvQIIs7a1_ELPSXAkJePhlG75BMUACIgOkAoiKL7hyyfxGrRG2sGBtz-sE6KLHmll4AULrMVsizmD3yZVpvkNh8UEMyJVTLCri-de_FV55rzBPyPsCK_Zgm4g/s400/Romantic-SunsHet-480x640.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In life, we never value the things we have until we lost them it is correctly said we never value things which we have coz we think we won&#39;t lose them but the day we lose them, the day the thing has left us, the day we realize the value and importance of that particular thing in our life. It might be small or it might be big...the most importantly the relations we hold be it with parents, sister-brothers, relatives, friends or any stranger you meet in your life, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everyone has a role to play be it big or small.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Certainly in our life sometimes we give too much importance to things that we forget that there are people who belong to you, they love you, probably you might mean everything to them, they are fighting for you every day, they are living for you, they make your dream as theirs. Do you believe that there are no accidents in life?? Everything happens for a reason. Every person we meet will have a role in our lives, be it big or be it small. Some will hate, betray and make us cry.To become stronger. Some will teach us lessons, not to change us, but for us to realize our mistakes and to help us grow and make us a better person.&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; And some would simply inspire and love us to make us happy.&lt;/span&gt; In this race what we forget is we make our &lt;b&gt;Ego&lt;/b&gt; so loud that we forget to &lt;b&gt;care&lt;/b&gt; for those who cared for you, those who stand by you in every situation just to make sure that you are having everything that is required. Don&#39;t hurt those people in your life..!! Let us take a situation,&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah I Know You TEXTED or SEND a message To Someone TODAY But You Got NO REPLY Right? Message Got Delivered To That Person And Definately He or she Saw It but Didnt Reply.&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you log in on FACEBOOK you See Them Updating Status....When You See Them on WhatsApp YOU see THEM online..Then You wonder Who Are they texting. Why Cant&lt;br /&gt;He or she Reply me?, You ask yourself what DID I do WRONG?. It HURTS so Much Being Ignored By That person You like or love With FULL Heart....But Did You Know They Are Facing same PROBLEM as YOU? They are BUSY chasing Those they LOVE or LIKE. They have also been texting and get no reply Just Like you? Yeah of course They Going Through The Same But We&lt;br /&gt;Are Here Blaming each Other Over nothing STRESSING OVER nothing THINKING over someone who is busy Thinking over someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; We do not sustain what we have; yet, If you talk to anyone around, you will realize that strained relationship are the most common source of worry....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmpsO8c5zs1jrgvZNQ0f1mC9Vm8svNUEN7Jxc7I7NIMZC5EZYhyphenhyphenZT2dRkd3bUUVwNcKxcIl5AlXFy6KuEmpV0WutV-zMPmoTqT9LHb_DY5DGxTD2U62hfkx_pKNFTCc1QQVCzzrXHSFc/s1600/value-your-relationships-12-638.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmpsO8c5zs1jrgvZNQ0f1mC9Vm8svNUEN7Jxc7I7NIMZC5EZYhyphenhyphenZT2dRkd3bUUVwNcKxcIl5AlXFy6KuEmpV0WutV-zMPmoTqT9LHb_DY5DGxTD2U62hfkx_pKNFTCc1QQVCzzrXHSFc/s400/value-your-relationships-12-638.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You never know while you were busy with other especially who never valued you, you&#39;ll loose one who always valued you and was always afraid to loose you. Don&#39;t be with, a person who decides to comeback be with one who never leaves you. The reason I am saying this is the person will never realize the value of yours in their life until you leave, the day you leave the person will realize the value and the person who never left you always knew your importance your value while you were busy chasing other... tring to bring back that person in your life, you didn&#39;t realize that there was one who valued you and you lost them. You&#39;ll realize the difference in value when both the person one whom you are chasing and other who is chasing you both has left your side. Sometimes you never know the true value of moment until it becames memories. Eventually, you begin to realize that life is too short and your powers to teach, influence or heal is limited. You finally accept that their emptiness, pain, dysfunction requires more than you have to give. You can&#39;t handle your whole life and soul to someone who doesn&#39;t even care about their own. Letting go is excruciating heartbreak; mourning the death of what once was. If you did someone let go, and you still have guilt, it&#39;s time to forgive yourself and begin to heal yourself. If it is a time to let someone go, for their sake, or for yours, then this may be confirmation, as the saying goes: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Dead people receive more flower than living people coz regret is stronger than gratitude.&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/feeds/2357868133575805857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/03/value-of-every-relation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/2357868133575805857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/2357868133575805857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/03/value-of-every-relation.html' title='Value of Every Relation'/><author><name>Mohit Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208332327172281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeDPx0JqJqosBI79rVbrvQIIs7a1_ELPSXAkJePhlG75BMUACIgOkAoiKL7hyyfxGrRG2sGBtz-sE6KLHmll4AULrMVsizmD3yZVpvkNh8UEMyJVTLCri-de_FV55rzBPyPsCK_Zgm4g/s72-c/Romantic-SunsHet-480x640.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078.post-846867768473629877</id><published>2017-03-16T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2017-03-16T19:42:15.359+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;We all need someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To talk to in our life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend to whom we run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; In times of stress or strife &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A friend who&#39;s always there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Throughout the years,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend we know will care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; And take away our fears. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A friend who&#39;s always near,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Waiting for our call,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To wipe away our tears,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; And lift us when we fall. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A loving friend indeed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;On whom we can depend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; To fulfill our every need -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Friends are who you need the most,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When times are not so right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;They come and go so frequently,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; You hope you pick one right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The right one listens with both ears,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And soothes your aching heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The right one never questions you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; When you seem to fall apart. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM39Ojc4fL0XG16Q9aZclb-4BwW0-XxKaEIDHuHvIvWgC5zwbuVZKila68_M5_sg4QAEBy7gqObZsd1_HJFYRYs0nlfZ2ddFA6CjVYciGQH4jVS-YY0Yx0_hp0UwtYMBiUugzKyj-BPNQ/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM39Ojc4fL0XG16Q9aZclb-4BwW0-XxKaEIDHuHvIvWgC5zwbuVZKila68_M5_sg4QAEBy7gqObZsd1_HJFYRYs0nlfZ2ddFA6CjVYciGQH4jVS-YY0Yx0_hp0UwtYMBiUugzKyj-BPNQ/s400/images.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;321&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The friend for you is one who says,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;Be calm and let me help&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;For there are some real bad days,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; When life hits you below the belt. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;All friends are not forever, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;They are few and far between,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;But the few true friends you do find,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Will never, ever leave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A friend is someone with whom, your thoughts,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;dreams and secrets you can share.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And no matter what you say or do, you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;that they still care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend is always ready to laugh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;with you when you are glad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;But has shoulder for you to cry on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; at those times when you are sad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend always want the best for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; And they are not happy until you are too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend is never jealous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;of the things you may attain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And if you are the winner you will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; not hear them complain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A friend is a person who could spend everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; with you, from beginning to end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When you find someone like this they are more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; than a friend they are a ...BEST FRIEND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/feeds/846867768473629877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/03/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/846867768473629877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/846867768473629877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Mohit Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208332327172281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM39Ojc4fL0XG16Q9aZclb-4BwW0-XxKaEIDHuHvIvWgC5zwbuVZKila68_M5_sg4QAEBy7gqObZsd1_HJFYRYs0nlfZ2ddFA6CjVYciGQH4jVS-YY0Yx0_hp0UwtYMBiUugzKyj-BPNQ/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078.post-3290483573084877363</id><published>2017-03-12T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2017-03-12T13:43:29.866+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>45 Incredible Quotes to Melt Your Heart..!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
~ &quot;You know you&#39;re in love when you can&#39;t fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because reality is finally better than dreams.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Dr.Seuss&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will love you when you are a still day.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will love you when you are a hurricane.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Clementine Von Radics&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;If I would had a flower for every time I thought of you..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would walk through my garden forever.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Alfred Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; The minute I heard my first Love story, I started looking for you,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They&#39;re in each other all along.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Rumi&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;After all this time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Always&quot;, said Snape.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - J.K.Rowling&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;When you trip over love, it is easy to get up.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;Love is needing someone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is putting up with someone&#39;s bad qualities&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because they somehow complete you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Sarah Dessen &lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in secret, between the shadow and soul.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; We are most alive when we&#39;re in love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - John Updike&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You are every reason, every hope and every dream I ever had.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;Love is missing someone whenever you&#39;re apart,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but somehow feelings warm inside, because you&#39;re close in heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Let your love be like the misty rains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; coming softly, but flooding the river.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Love is too weak a word for what I feel -&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I luurve you, you know,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loave you, I luff you,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; two F&#39;s, yes I have to invent,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of course I do, don&#39;t you think I do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; It was a million tiny little things that,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when you added them all up,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; they meant we were supposed to be together.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; When love is not madness, it is not love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Pedro Calderon De La Barca&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I wish I knew how to quit you!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the day&#39;s great Sun.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Charles Hanson Towne&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Our love is like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t see it, I can feel it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; For you see, each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I want you, I want all of you,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for ever , you and me, everyday.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Of all the things my eyes have seen , the best by far&amp;nbsp; is you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You don&#39;t love someone for their looks, or their clothes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or for their fancy car, but because they sign a song only you can hear.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I came here tonight because&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You are, and always have been my dream.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; You are the only person that can make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Listen to me, mister,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you&#39;re my knight in shinning armor. Don&#39;t forget it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I you live to be a hundred,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to live to be a hundred minus one day,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so I never have to live without you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;You had me at hello.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Jerry Maguire&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; I look at you and I&#39;m home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;It would be a priviledged to have my heart broken by you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The Faults in Our Stars&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; And I&#39;ve realized that the Beatles got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love isn&#39;t all we need - Love is all there is.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Second Chance Summer&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Someday, when I&#39;m awfully low,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel a glow just thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and the way you look tonight.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - My Best Friend&#39;s Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; Tonight, I will look up at the moon;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and I will know that somewhere you&#39;re looking&amp;nbsp; at it too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Dear John&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;You are what I never knew I always wanted.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Fools Rush In&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;You are my greatest adventure.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot; We&#39;re all a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And life is little weird.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And when we find someone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; whose weirdness is compatible with ours,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - and call it love - true love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Robert Fulghum&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t give solutions to all of the life&#39;s problems, doubts, or fears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t change your past with all it&#39;s heartache and pain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt; I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt; Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;I can only support you, encourage you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;and help you when you ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t prevent you from falling away from friendship,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt; room to be yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt; and put them back in place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I can&#39;t tell you who you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt; I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The four letter word LOVE, probably the most powerful word in the world. A magical word which has the potentiality to overcome all worries, problems of life. The energy that is present in word LOVE perhaps the most powerful it can make you do things which are next to impossible, it can move mountains and make miracles. No one can actually define the power of love, we live in life where we are constantly looking for the love in one or the other &lt;a href=&quot;http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2016/01/relationship.html&quot;&gt;relation&lt;/a&gt;, so many of us are looking for that love, yet we often miss one of the most obvious places to find Love -- ofcourse within ourselves. The problem with the people are&amp;nbsp; they are surrounded by the people who love them but they don&#39;t value them when they are close to them, they look for love in those places where they know they won&#39;t get that but they forget the love people are showering on them, it&#39;s true we are too busy in collecting stones that we forget that there were diamond as well.&lt;br /&gt;
The question comes what is the factor that tells you yes that&#39;s the person whom you were looking for..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They treat you with respect. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love without respect seldom survives. They love you but more than that, they respect you, your choices and who you are as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt; don’t demean, insult or undermine you in any way. In fact, they look up to you, just like you look up to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;gives you your space&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t go all Sherlock Holmes on your Facebook account or your Whatsapp or anywhere else for that matter. They give you the space you need and doesn’t feel the need to quiz you about your whereabouts or your company every time you go out without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;sometimes also&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;gets a tad jealous.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;It’s kinda cute!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they see a guy/girl hitting on you or eyeing you admiringly they get little pangs of jealousy which they try to hide, but fails to, most of the time. You know they trust you and that this is just a natural feeling to have. It’s sweet, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;They get along&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;with your bestie&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;and remembers his/ her birthday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know this person means the world to you and they make an effort to get along with him/ her. They are thoughtful when it comes to remembering his/ her birthday or selecting a gift for him/ her. Your bestie gets along with him well and that’s saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;They listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really listens. They don’t surf the web or go through his WhatsApp while you are talking to him. He gives you honest answers and offers an unbiased opinion when you need him to. Else he is just happy to be there for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The person’s seen you do the weirdest of things (literally) and he still thinks you’re awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he’s helped you wash your face after you threw up after binge-drinking at a party, he’s seen you throw a tantrum after a tough day at work, cry when you’re too tired, shout when you’ve had a fight with your mom or bestie, and even eat like a pig. And guess what? It doesn’t bother him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is no room for petty power games, no tug of war of egos. Woohoo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity? Jealousy? What are those? Your man never lets you feel in the least bit like you have to compete for his attention. Whether he’s out for lunch with his (super-hot) co-worker or drinks with a female friend, you know you have nothing to worry about. He makes it super clear to you and to everyone else where his heart really lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being supportive of your dreams and aspirations could be his job at this point -&amp;nbsp;probably your dreams are his/her now!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love heavy metal and they don’t know the first word about it... But they will still get you concert tickets because they love you. They do not undermine your career choices in any way and in fact, encourages you to do what you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The person will be like your very own backup army, yet he isn’t afraid of being brutally honest with you.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never wants to hurt your feelings, but he’s not afraid of calling you out when you’re wrong. And if someone is doing you wrong in any way at all, it infuriates him almost as much as it upsets you. He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but he has made it amply clear to you that he’s right there if you need backup!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making random plans for the future that include him? NOT a problem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words like ‘we’ and ‘our’ instead of &amp;nbsp;‘I’ and ‘my’. This little thing actually means a LOT, trust us.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your friends sometimes crack jokes about being ready to pay you to say you’ve have had enough of each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know what that means, really, because when you’re together, you always have an amazing time. You could be staying in and watching a movie, out for dinner or a crazy night about town - or just sitting together and doing your own thing in complete silence. Whatever the scenario, you can’t think of a better partner to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;They are not afraid of letting their guard down with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it&#39;s discussing how tough things have been at work lately, talking about his deepest fears or confessing his truest feelings for you, he isn’t being at all shy or reserved and hiding his more sensitive side from you. Trust us, that’s pretty rare!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;They make sure to let you know (at least once in a while) how important you are to him&lt;/b&gt;/her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like getting flowers randomly - he’ll get you some; you love hand-written cards or letters - even if it’s a one-liner, he has tried; you love sightseeing - guess who&#39;s up at 7 a.m. on a Sunday to do just that with you? He does things, big or small, to let you know that you’re on his mind and that you mean something to him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;They never make you second-guess his feelings for you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lets you and the world know you’re his girl. You never have to worry about him hiding that part of his life from anyone or going behind your back to hurt your feelings. He is what he is - right in front of you and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even if they don&#39;t&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;say it all the time,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;they really mean&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;the words ‘I love you’&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;when they say them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go give him/her a hug already! He&#39;s really, really does love you a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/feeds/6706077622091026625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-search-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/6706077622091026625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138255488077489078/posts/default/6706077622091026625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngsterjain.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-search-for-love.html' title='The search for LOVE'/><author><name>Mohit Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208332327172281538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GI8G-7Jy0y9GOVOgImL9YZgU3eEm0S9i1VYgn_O9eoH9q4t9UdzO_57LYmwzJIzc2ANtiwz_j_q8JtTT-p_jQr_7ah-mp5WjTTgQjdDx_lkcmuCjqXDsMPSnMlb31SanAxJxMv6l53U/s72-c/search_of_love_by_riham347-d59xvzu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138255488077489078.post-5330622026327539492</id><published>2017-01-20T16:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2017-01-20T16:03:29.738+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tiny Stories"/><title type='text'>Friend Zoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
~ It&#39;s hard to decide how to care for a person when one step forward will make you fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;and one step backward will ruin your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;It&#39;s hard to listen to Music after leaving her&quot; - he said,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No, it ain&#39;t the Music rather the lyrics that are hurting you&quot; - best friend replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ And he still hopes for You and Me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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~&amp;nbsp; Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have Mastered.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &#39;That&#39;s his problem: he think too much, and he feels too deeply. What a dangerous combination!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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~ He had a bad habit of searching for beauty in beasts and forever in temporary people.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Everytime he started trusting someone, they showed him why he shouldn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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~When they were together, he learned about love.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When they broke up, he learned about life.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ After his heartbreak, he locked the doors of his heart..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now he doesn&#39;t have the key!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;~ It was raining outside..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; they missed each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Memories smiled, they cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Long Conversation,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Late Night Calls,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Endless talks,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Irony laughed when, She said, &quot;We are Just Friend&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;~ Not every soul finds a mate, some jigsaw puzzles remain beautiful incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ He found her in the crowd. They looked at each other,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; There was a lot of things to say, yet he remained silent. Because things were not the same this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Wish I could learn to say a lot in a little, he pleaded,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luckily he found tiny stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ I looked into her eyes like never before,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reflection was mine, reason for her smile was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; that day her eyes spoke a lot more than her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ &quot;What makes us both different&quot;? asked expectation,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You bring in a lot of pain and I don&#39;t&quot;.., replied Hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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~&amp;nbsp; In between &#39;I want to meet you&#39; to &#39; I can&#39;t meet, let&#39;s discuss over phone&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The story ended.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Laughed together at school, shared lunch in break,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; School ended. So does the laughs and chats.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Sometimes, we simply have to step back,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes letting&amp;nbsp; the love of our life go away in the strongest move you can take,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes we can&#39;t be the only one fighting.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ He is waiting to get a text, he sees possibility,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is waiting to get a text,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She has already planned everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ And in those sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; He turns the pages from his diary to find where exactly he left his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Just in case...&lt;br /&gt;
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~ She texted him at 12:00&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He replied at 12:01.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She replied at 12:49&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He texted her again at 12:50&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every time late reply broke him into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Her presence was the reason he started writing,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her absence is the reason he continued to write.&lt;br /&gt;
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~ Trying to light her life up,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he lost his own spark.&lt;br /&gt;
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