Night has a way of making us feel alive. Sometimes by reviving the hazy memories of a worn-out past. While other times by sprinkling salt over the old wounds.
I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.
Evenings are strange, its mysterious phenomenon. Sometimes we feel the blues and sometimes it makes us jumpy. I remember one Gazal by Qaisarul Jafari after reading your post.
Duniya bhar ki yaadein humse milne ati hain
Shaam dhale is soone ghar mein mela lagta hai…
Kya khoob kaha hai 🙌
:) :)
Since the day is all about light reflecting opon us so is the night when we reflect upon the past times...
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Well said...👍😀
Thank you!
This has got me thinking, thank you 🤗
Happy to hear this :) You're welcome.
So very true, Pragati. ❤️Lovely. :)
Thank you, Katy. Sending love to you.
Evenings are strange, its mysterious phenomenon. Sometimes we feel the blues and sometimes it makes us jumpy. I remember one Gazal by Qaisarul Jafari after reading your post.
Duniya bhar ki yaadein humse milne ati hain
Shaam dhale is soone ghar mein mela lagta hai…
Kya khoob kaha hai 🙌
:) :)
Since the day is all about light reflecting opon us so is the night when we reflect upon the past times...