pointing to the horizon where the sea and sky are joined , he says , "It is only an illusion because they can't really meet , but isn't it beautiful, this union which isn't really there." #indo-pak *Saadat hasan manto* #The spy Chronicles # the spy chronicles

# the spy chronicles

pointing to the horizon where the sea and sky are joined ,
he says , "It is only an illusion because they can't really meet ,
but isn't it beautiful, this union which isn't really there."
#indo-pak
*Saadat hasan manto*
#The spy Chronicles # the spy chronicles

gajanan suhagpure

"Luminous Laughter Chronicles: The Ultimate Comedy Collection" ©gajanan suhagpure "Luminous Laughter Chronicles: The Ultimate Comedy Collection" #LuminousLaughterChronicles: #TheUltimateComedyCollection" #Luminous #Laught

"Luminous Laughter Chronicles: The Ultimate Comedy Collection" #LuminousLaughterChronicles: #TheUltimateComedyCollection" #Luminous Laught

Sonali Ghosh

Sun is vehement but so is my coffee today. As I'm silently baking the story who needs the tan anyway. ©Sonali Ghosh #coffee #English #nojoto #quotes #sun #chronicles

coffee English nojoto quotes sun chronicles

Sun is vehement
but so is my coffee today.

As I'm silently baking the story
who needs the tan anyway.

©Sonali Ghosh #coffee #English #nojoto #quotes #sun #chronicles

Aditi Bera

An orphan lad and a well-to-do girl...Cupid struck them with his arrows...society protested...yet the unbreakable strings of love kept them tied together... ©Aditi Bera #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #feelings #quoteslove

#situationmadewriter #chronicles #Love #LoveStories #feelings #quoteslove

An orphan lad and a well-to-do girl...Cupid struck them with his arrows...society protested...yet the unbreakable strings of love kept them tied together...
©Aditi Bera #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #feelings #quoteslove

Steeve Wood

Days gone by, years flew by, And yet it brings a smile, When I come across those captures, Of light and beauty. Her eyes of wonder and valiance, Her speech of clarity and confidence, A rush through the isles of old past memories, Of moments being stumbled and stunned. Everyone likes her the she is, A thing of beauty obvious in its nature, But only destiny didnt want to stay same, It crossed paths to make it turvy. Still, to this day, I sit it awe and amazement, As to how beautiful you are, To be called queen wouldn't just be appropriate, But absolute , in nature and in its heart. Daily Chronicles, : the long lost diamond

Daily Chronicles, : the long lost diamond

Days gone by, years flew by,
And yet it brings a smile,
When I come across those captures,
Of light and beauty.

Her eyes of wonder and valiance,
Her speech of clarity and confidence,
A rush through the isles of old past memories,
Of moments being stumbled and stunned.

Everyone likes her the she is,
A thing of beauty obvious in its nature,
But only destiny didnt want to stay same,
It crossed paths to make it turvy.

Still, to this day,
I sit it awe and amazement,
As to how beautiful you are,
To be called queen wouldn't just be appropriate,
But absolute , in nature and in its heart.

Daily Chronicles, : the long lost diamond

Blue Butterfly

We met by chance, we always felt; But the destiny had it's perfect algorithm, to every sequence of our eventual encounters. #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #destinyplays #chronicles #life

#yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #destinyplays #chronicles life

We met by chance, we always felt;
But the destiny had it's perfect algorithm,
to every sequence of our eventual encounters. #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #destinyplays #chronicles #life

Aditi Bera

The dusk smells you.Your scent lingers in the languid air.Our first dating spot is still adorned by the hues of our hand woven love.Everything's still the same.But we have changed.Situations changed us,took us to the different crossroad of life,left redundant by time and tarnished by destiny.Pillow never judged me,music never betrayed me,my silent tears at night and hearty laughters in the day.Tears...all monochromatic right??Yeah,you failed to notice the lost VIBGYOR in it.Colour blind??No.Blinded by fate... ©Aditi Bera To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #Love #LoveStories #Pain #feelings

The dusk smells you.Your scent lingers in the languid air.Our first dating spot is still adorned by the hues of our hand woven love.Everything's still the same.But we have changed.Situations changed us,took us to the different crossroad of life,left redundant by time and tarnished by destiny.Pillow never judged me,music never betrayed me,my silent tears at night and hearty laughters in the day.Tears...all monochromatic right??Yeah,you failed to notice the lost VIBGYOR in it.Colour blind??No.Blinded by fate...
©Aditi Bera To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

Aditi Bera

Dear erstwhile lover, The lazy Calcuttan afternoons are still the same,yet the mellow shafts of sunlight,filtering through the chlorophyll,inks a different story.The dingy tea shop is still the same,yet the two teaspoons of sugar and three teaspoons of milk,were tell-tales of those orange sunsets.Beginnings are always beautiful,as glorious as the blooming of your last rose.Slowly,it lost its petals and all that was left were the thorns,the thorns of love.The molten hue of fading gold and deep honeycombed vermillion,never fails to leave those scarlet memories of departure against the methyl orange of the dying day. ©Aditi Bera To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #Love #LoveStories #Pain #feelings

Dear erstwhile lover,
The lazy Calcuttan afternoons are still the same,yet the mellow shafts of sunlight,filtering through the chlorophyll,inks a different story.The dingy tea shop is still the same,yet the two teaspoons of sugar and three teaspoons of milk,were tell-tales of those orange sunsets.Beginnings are always beautiful,as glorious as the blooming of your last rose.Slowly,it lost its petals and all that was left were the thorns,the thorns of love.The molten hue of fading gold and deep honeycombed vermillion,never fails to leave those scarlet memories of departure against the methyl orange of the dying day.
©Aditi Bera To be continued #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

Aditi Bera

He came closer and she could feel the rythm of his heartbeat against her's,pounding away against her ribs.It was her birthday.From holding hands to sharing pauruti-ghugni and cha at the roadside dhaba to holding hands at the Lake Ville,that was how love celebrated 12March,sans any paraphernalia of continental cuisine and black forest supreme. ©Aditi Bera To be continued... #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

To be continued... #situationmadewriter #chronicles #Love #LoveStories #Pain #feelings

He came closer and she could feel the rythm of his heartbeat against her's,pounding away against her ribs.It was her birthday.From holding hands to sharing pauruti-ghugni and cha at the roadside dhaba to holding hands at the Lake Ville,that was how love celebrated 12March,sans any paraphernalia of continental cuisine and black forest supreme.
©Aditi Bera To be continued...
#situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings

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