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The truth is, perhaps in hardly any home do a father and son sit together lovingly and openly—hardly ever. A son goes to his father when he needs money, and a father meets his son when he wants to give advice; otherwise, there is no real meeting between them. There is no genuine connection at all. Because the father is afraid, he has built solid walls around himself. The son is also fearful, so he keeps avoiding closeness. There is no harmony between them. The more afraid a person is, the more rigid he becomes. Whoever is obsessed with security and safety becomes rigid, because fluidity carries insecurity and risk. That is why we are also very afraid of love. We investigate and examine everything thoroughly before allowing ourselves to love. In other words, we love only when there is no fear left of the other person. That is why marriage was invented first—first arrange everything, make all the guarantees, and only then love. Because love is dangerous; love is fluid. One may fall in love with anyone. To fall in love with a stranger on the road is dangerous, because perhaps that person may steal everything overnight and disappear. So first make sure who the person is, what kind of family they come from, what their character is like, what qualities they have. Put every social safeguard in place, and only then bring them into your home. ~Osho

Bhaiya chadarmod😭😭

“Courage is the most expensive thing in this fukin world.” There was a time when I used to think talking to girls was the hardest thing ever. I thought they all had too much attitude, and honestly, because of that exact fear, I never even tried talking to any girl. Then one day, everything changed in just 30 seconds. I was coming back from a nearby shop with a packet of soya chunks in my hand. As the lift opened, I saw a girl standing there holding a milk packet. She was really pretty, wearing nikker (don’t get me wrong), I’m just explaining the moment exactly how I saw it. I entered the lift. My heartbeat was louder than the lift sound itself… though honestly, that was partly because I had been running back from the shop. I lived on the 4th floor, room number 406. She stayed in 402, exactly in front of my room. The lift started moving, and I collected every bit of courage inside me and randomly asked, “Tea?” She looked confused. “What?” I pointed at the milk packet and said, “Milk for tea?” She smiled a little. “Yeah…” Then after a second, she looked at my packet and asked, “You like this?” “This what?” I replied. “These chunks?” “Yeah, for protein.” “You do gym?” “No, just managing my daily calories.” “Oh… so diet?” “No, I just want to burn my belly fat.” She looked at me and laughed softly. “You have belly fat?” “Yeah…” Then suddenly she said, “I want to reduce mine as well.” I smiled and replied, “Mai bata deta hu.” Then she asked, “What’s your flat number?” “406.” She smiled again. “Mine is 402.” And just like that, the lift stopped. We both walked toward our rooms. That 30–40 second conversation felt like 30 minutes to me. And that day I realized courage is expensive because one small moment of it can change the way you see yourself forever.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” Aristotle (Lovers) #art by Mark Arian

Hindi Version

Mohabbat karti hai par dost bulati hai, Yeh kaisa rishta hai jo dar-dar ke nibhati hai? Nazron se choomti hai, lafzon se thukrati hai, Khud bhi uljhi hai aur mujhe bhi uljhati hai. Na is paar aati hai, na us paar jaati hai. Haq aashiqon ka aur hadein dosti ki batati hai. Aur kisi ka zikr karoon toh jal si jaati hai, Mere har hisse mein apna hissa chahti hai.

English Translation

She loves me but calls me a friend, What kind of relationship is this that she maintains with such fear? She kisses me with her eyes, but rejects me with her words, She is entangled herself, and entangles me as well. She neither steps over to this side, nor goes to the other. She claims the rights of a lover, but sets the boundaries of friendship. If I mention someone else, she burns with jealousy, She desires a share in every part of me.

Tips to cuddle without it being awkward: - open your arms a little, give him/her space to come in - let him/her hug you like a koala - one hand as a pillow, the other stroking hair/waist - kiss the forehead, then whisper "you smell so good, what are you wearing?" - when he/she starts to doze off, tighten the hug and sleep. don't end up nursing instead

What do you guys think about cockroach janta party ? 😄😭

I said "can you be my tungsten, iodine, and iron?" She just replied "what do you mean?" I then said "I thought you were a science student?"

Who else vibe on beintaah and toota jo kabhi tara guys just like me 🥳 Creating those fake scenarios in your head and then dancing like you've gone crazy.. like no one is watching you.. please gimme a cheer 🫶😽

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Pointing finger at you isn't my thing 🖐️. I would rather use them to explore every mili meter of your princess part 👑✨

You will either become who you were meant to be, or Spend your life explaining why you weren't.