My Friendship

Chal rahi fiza tham si gai, Ghata ki aandhi ruk si gai, Chalte - chalte achanak kadam thehar se gaye, Nazaane kyu?... Aankhon mai dard tha, Honton pe udasi thi, Chadar mai lipti sisakti rahi mai saari raat... Tumhare intejaar mai.... Aankhon mai intejaar tha tumhare iqrar ka, Dil bekarar tha tumhari chah ka, Ye jaankar bhi ki tum na aoge...ye dil anjaan tha, Nazaane kyu?... Saari umar yu hi bita di tumhare pyar ke intejar mai, Dil mai aag lagi thi ...par dil na jalaya tumhare pyar mai, Dil ho chuka tha bebas ..par haar na maani tumhare pyar mai, Tumhare intejaar mai... Ji rahi thi mai tumhari rah takte- takte, Mit rahi thi mai har pal kat te-kat te, Thi darkar tumhare aane ki dustak par, Tham gai ye saanse tumhare rah tak te- tak te, Par tum na aaye... Nazaane kyu?

Dreams are like free bird, They always keep on trying to reach at the top, Dreams are full of expectations, Dreams are full of determination, Dreams are like a key of a lock of our desire, They makes us stood higher and higher, Dreams are the happiness of satisfaction, Our dreams shows us the way to move ahead, It's only our dreams tides us with our success.. Dreams are full of strenous, Dreams are full of sacrifice, Dreams are full of imagination, Dreams are full of hope, They are only dreams that gives us strength to fly higher and higher.

A SHORT LOVE STORY WRITTEN BY ME ... SUMMARY- in this story a boy attracted towards the black beauty of an eye of a girl. He started loving her ..but after few days she died.... When I saw a girl, I felt down in the beauty of darkness. I was a stranger.. but the beauty of her black eye attracted me towards her. Now ,my mind was totally diverted towards her black beauty of eye..That even whenever I open or close my eyes only she appears in front of me. I started loving her but never told her about it.On the day of valentine , I decided  to propose her. But who knows the God's decision..she died in an accident and that made my life full of darkness. Now it was very unusual situation , I was in the darkness but still I was waiting for the beauty of darkness. BY SIMRAN KAUR

A Day's Wait " is deceptively simple. A young boy, with influenza hears that his temperature is 102 degrees and mistakes the Fahrenheit reading ... He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. 'What's the matter, Schatz?'  'I've got a headache.' 'You better go back to bed.' 'No, I'm all right.' 'You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed.' But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a  very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever. 'You go up to bed,' I said, 'you're sick.' 'I'm all right,' he said. When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.  'What is it?' I asked him. 'One hundred and two.' Downstairs, the doctor left three d...

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent  imputation  of  parsimony  that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the  mendicancy  squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button fr...

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The thing that makes us sentimental, The thing that makes us fool, The thing that plays with our heart, The thing that cheats with our heart,          ARE EMOTIONS... The thing that interconnects people, The thing that we show to our lovable one, The thing that we share with our someone very close, The thing that can't be avoided,       ARE EMOTIONS... Emotion is a game, Emotion is a fame. Emotions are true; That can be shared with only few. Emotions makes us weak, Emotions makes us think deep. Sometimes emotions destroys the relationship, Sometimes emotions uplifts the relationship. Emotions are the part of life, Emotions are the beauty of life.. Because they only makes some sweet relations.