“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”
Ekela nahi hu tumhare bina ,adhura hu mai Subha tere naam ka suraj mujhe jagata hai... Dopahar ki lu mujhko yu Tumhare naam se chooti hai... shaam ki havayein yu tumhare geet Kaano me ghol ke jati hai... Raat ke sayein meri neendo me Tere naam ki loriya gaati hai... Kitni ratein hatheli par rakh tera naam Takiye se batein kr kat jati hai... Or rat ko jab khaawab girtein hai meri jaan To subh tere naam ki ek gazal ugg jati hai...
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