Life of Ann

So bland.
So listless.
So mechanical.
Exactly in line with the standard operating procedures.
Pathetic, in short.
I need to have hobbies, interests that I can take up as leisure activities.
I'm rotting myself, and very elegantly so.
And with that thought, I shall now take leave.
I have a life, in rotting, to attend...
Cheers.
Weekends, ftw.
Ridiculous.

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Shaheed ho gaye kuch aur teray laal Hussain (as)

Jo reh gaye hain unhain ab tu he sambhaal Hussain (as)...

A hundred years

Promise me you'll never forget me. Ever. Not even when I'm a hundred, said Winnie the Pooh.

[...] I wont... If you are promising me (the same) then... I won't want to live so long, replied someone.

... *silence prevailed*

♣

In a parallel universe:

Promise me you'll never forget me. Ever. Not even when I'm a hundred, said Winnie the Pooh.

[...] I wont... If you are promising me (the same) then... I won't want to live so long, replied someone.

... Even with me?, asked Winnie the Pooh.

Day 3

And here I am, reporting from a pit of incessant gum-in-the-hair kind despair- still.

Bloody starwberry flavoured starburst!

Unwrapped, still

She got back home in the evening to see the same bag lying in the corner beside her bedside table. It caught her attention for a very brief moment, but not a single facial muscle moved to form an expression. The brief moment ended rather quickly, and she looked away; getting back to whatever she came into the room for.
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She got back home yesterday evening, and was told a gift was awaiting her in her room. She walked into the room nonchallantly, pulled the wrapped present out of the bag, had a look at it for a moment, and left it on the bed letting out a silent sigh.

It was later returned to the  bag, and kept aside. A weight shifted on to her shoulders.

Poofy creatures, hugs, and other disasters

At times, all you need is a hug.

*sighs*

Pophoo ne eik martaba bachpan mein meri donon hatheliyaan jorr ker haathoun ka baghour  jaaiza lete huwe kaha tha ke, yeh jo ' ب ' (bay) ban raha hai na, kehte hain ke woh shaks barra bakht wala hota hai.

Uss lamhay nadaan sa zehra bohat khush huwa tha, mera tou bilkul perfect ب banta hai... kissi ne barray he rashk se soocha tha.

Aur aaj... jurri huwi hatheliyoun ke imperfect aur incomplete se ب ke saath, unki baat ka yaqeen karne ko dil chahta hai.

...

*sighs*

These pangs- they are murderous.
I need saving.