Kajal Quotes

Love is different and more difficult. It has nothing to do with sex. This is what I tried to make my voices understand. QUietly does love happen. You're not even thinking about romance, then she smiles and you notice for the first time that she's not all that plain, her face is really quite sweet. You watch for her smile and notice that it pushes her cheeks up into two mango shapes, why should this shape be so pleaSing, I don't know. Then one evening she puts kajal round her eyes and brushes her hair, looks quite transformed, and suddenly Sonali Bendre is not so desirable as this one who's been under your nose for so long, who's all dolled up to go somewhere you're not going, can never go.

The distance. Even after her kajal fades, Her smile still stays. There is comfort in the fact She loves me, in disparate ways She impacts me. My happiness, my soul she is, She took away my chaos. She got a blink and a wink, Staring at her, my cheeks tint. The distance between us, never did matter, For her, I can even get myself shattered.

સતત ‘હું’, ‘મને’, ‘મારું’ વિશે કહ્યા કરતા લોકો બીજાની નજરમાં હાસ્યાસ્પદ અને અણગમો ઉપજાવનારા બની જાય છે.

આપણા સ્વજનને એના જીવતા જ જો સ્વીકારી શકીએ, માફ કરી શકીએ તો એના મૃત્યુ પછીનો ખાલીપો આપણે આપણા મૃત્યુ સુધી નહીં સહેવો પડે.

Tutto cambiò in un pomeriggio di primavera, in una giornata come tante, in una Nuova Delhi brulicante di anime. Kajal e Kiran avevano deciso di allontanarsi per qualche ora da quelle strade trafficate, dagli odori forti, dal frastuono del mondo. Volevano prendere le distanze da tutto quel caos e godersi il silenzio di un abbraccio, sicuri di non essere disturbati da chi forse non avrebbe accettato il sentimento che aveva finalmente dato un senso ai loro giorni. Nessuno dei due aveva osato raccontare dell'altro alla propria famiglia; convennero che per il momento sarebbe stato meglio evitare qualsiasi turbamento. Decisero di andare a fare una gita nelle campagne fuori città; avrebbero preso un solo autobus e il viaggio non sarebbe stato neppure troppo lungo. Con l'euforia e l'impazienza tipica di due innamorati che non attendono altro che il momento in cui poter stare insieme, Kajal e Kiran si ritrovarono, puntualissimi, alla fermata del bus, che arrivò dopo qualche minuto di attesa.

Goodreads is becoming my diary- When I joined Nalanda by 2018, Ritika Rajput, Myself and Urvashi punia bishnoi were almost inseparable friends for three months, wherever we go, we go together, we eat together, we fight together almost whole Nalanda could not separate our friendship until two people entered which I do not want to mention. When we were close friends Shubham das and Shalini Chauhan were seniors to us and introduced us into trekking and hiking in and around Rajgir. But Ritika did not like that I even talk with Shalini Chauhan. Once Shalini invited me to visit Banaras with her, but Ritika asked me not to go with her, I did not want to mess up within friendship so I did not go. After Myself, Ritika and Urvashi broke apart in friendships , Shalini was always there to support me without any expectations. Yeah there were few more friends or seemed like friends Rashmi Singh, Rakhi Kashyap, Deepa kundu, Kajal, Madhuri and all of them were making troubles instead of peace. Shalini was the only peace lover at that time in the campus, but second year she went abroad and then I could not see her even until now Just diary of memories

Love is different and more difficult. It has nothing to do with sex. This is what I tried to make my voices understand. Quietly does love happen. You’re not even thinking about romance, then she smiles and you notice for the first time that she’s not all that plain, her face is really quite sweet. You watch for her smile and notice that it pushes her cheeks up into two mango shapes, why should this shape be so pleasing, I don’t know. Then one evening she puts kajal round her eyes and brushes her hair, looks quite transformed, and suddenly Sonali Bendre is not so desirable as this one who’s been under your nose for so long, who’s all dolled up to go somewhere you’re not going, can never go.

Anjali, 19, studies at Gargi College, in Delhi. She and her younger sister were raised disguised as boys but without the freedom. They were always dressed in boys’ pants and shirts even as little girls. There were no frocks or dresses. A barber always cut their hair short. No hair clips or ribbons. No make-up, not even kajal. They were denied all signs of femaleness in clothes, hair, jewellery and they were kept at home as much as possible. Once, when Anjali returned home with nail polish on her nails from a friend’s house, her mother hit her and the nail polish was scraped off. These restrictions continue in college. Anjali feels suffocated and slipped me a note in a college classroom requesting me to intervene.

উটের জন্য চাই মরুভূমি যেমন গরুর গাড়ির জন্য হারিকেন। পড়শির বাড়িতে নাই বাবলার গাছ। হরিণ পালতে দেখি কেওড়া গাছের প্রয়োজন। কুমিরের জন্য দরকার চোখের পানি। তিলে ঘুঘুর জন্য এক বিঘা জংগল। সাপের জন্য তীব্র যৌন ফুল।

If we share happy moments, we're making memories.

If we share happy moments, we're making memories. But if we share sad moments too, we're creating bond.

Shadows are our reflection but even a light heart has a dark shadow.

When I looked at you, I fell for that beautiful curve of yours. Your smile.

নিজেকে বারবার মেরে ফেলি আর ময়নাতদন্ত করি। বারবার রিপোর্ট মিলাতে হয়! আমি খুনি না তদন্তকারী?