Desi Thoughts - Blog Posts

Human beings...Kindly stay away from me...🚨

Cute catty 😁....🐈😼

Any Desi kanya wanna heal me 🤪

or kill me ? 😂

Want to be kissed like this by a desi girlie so baddddd, this could actually heal me.

Really....Kaha ho yaar ab to garmi bhi aa gyi tum kab aaogi...aane wale sab aa gye tum kab aaoge....tum kab aaoge..😒

Dear soulmate where the hell are you?

Tumblr wasiyo saare sad sad post kar rhe ho...kisi ke life me koi aa rha hai kisi ke life se koi jaa rha hai...jo chal rha hai chalne do..don't be Sad.. try to be happy guys....jo hona hai hoga hi....

Exactly yaaar....ladka nibhane wala hota hai to ladki galat milti hai ladki nibhane wala milti hsi to ladka chutiya hota hai....Bhagwaan do sahi insaan ko mila kyu nhi rahe ....🤔khair mera to ab bharosha uth rha hai inn sabse....😐

Jo mohabbat nibhane ki himmat rakhte hain unhe kabhi mohabbat milti hi nahi hai

चाहत बहुत लोगो की नहीं

चाहत बहुत प्यार की है

हाथ पकड़ के बोल दे

हु तेरे साथ हर वक्त

जरूरत उस हाथ की है

हां है मुझमें बहुत खामियां

पर अपना ले अगर तू मुझे,

तो बन जाएगी हमारी प्रेम कहानियाँ

जो ना पसंद तुझे मेरे में

वो कर दु मैं ना पसंद

हो जाए जो तू साथ मेरे

भर जाए मेरे सफ़ेद जिंदगी में रंग

मुझे तेरे हर एक बात हर एक भावनाओं से जुड़ना है

ना कि सिर्फ तेरे शरीर के अंग

ना मैं अच्छा, और ज्यादा बुरा भी नहीं

तुम्हें लग रहा समझ लिया मुझे

तुमने मेरे सोच को अभी छुआ भी नहीं

खुद को समझ रही हो हूर

मेरे कुछ ग़लतियों को देख कर जा रही हो दूर

जानोगी जब मुझे एक दिन टूटेगा तुम्हारा भी गुरूर

फिर सोचोगी क्यों दूर कर दिया उसे

क्या थी उस लड़के की कसूर

विचार और व्यवहार से ज्यादा सबको हो रहे बाहरी सुन्दरता और पैसा से प्रेम

ये है आजकल का सिनेमा, सेलिब्रिटीज , और पश्चिमी देशों का देन।

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if you think i am desperate, No baby i just value people and love to talk otherwise once i let you go then i don't care you exist or not.....

Why noone finds me interesting ? ....😒

Everyone have so many side of his personality. and noone knows us completely. we share different sides with different people. some knows our funny side, some knows our serious personality, some knows our softer side, some knows our aggressive personality. Noone knows us completely except ourself. And everything is important at its place.

Kaam Challa by Madhur Virli

The Laugh Store, Gurgaon,01.01.2025

“I really want to meet his mother and give her all my love and affection in return for the son she bought into this world. Thank you for bringing such a kind soul who knows how to treat a person generously. I love your son, unconditionally and vividly that I want to be next to him for all eternity. Your son is healing something that he did not break, in the first place. Thank you for bringing him into this world so that we could happen for this eternity. I truly want to treat the two of you beautifully.

Yours truly,

Sumedha.”

[In frame: A Gerbera Daisy and a plushie that beholds a very beautiful purpose. My chronic episodes of nightmare and anxious panic attacks have been keeping me awake for weeks now. Even after all the efforts he has done from his end to make me feel safe, nights have been hauntingly hard. He believes that his gift will help me sleep better as he won’t be there next to me every night. He gifted me this for a better sleep. I pray every woman in this planet ends up with a human like him. Every person deserves a human being like my man.]

There were days where I held myself back down, days where I shut my heart down. But then, you came along with the pieces of your mending heart; clenching deep within your hands as you held them out to me. I saw you bleed, as you saw mine, when I held out my hands to reach yours. You didn’t flinch, neither did you stop me. A voice perhaps told you “It’s okay, she is bleeding too” as we simply held onto eachother. The wounds got deeper as we embraced one another. “I know it hurts, as it hurts me too, but we will be okay. You will be okay my love.”

There is something enchantingly beautiful about books kept in old wooden shelves. The rich, warm tones, often polished by years of gentle handling. The slight creaks of them as you pull out a volume can evoke a feeling of nostalgia, reminding us of the many hands that have turned those pages before us.

[November’24, The Bookshop Inc., Lodhi Colony, New Delhi]