My dearest sister,

I don't even know where to begin to express my gratitude and love for you. You have truly made me feel alive again, and I can hardly put into words how much that means to me.

 

It's been a difficult journey for me, as I'm sure you know. But you have been my constant rock and my source of strength throughout it all. You have been there for me through thick and thin, through the good days and the bad, and you have never once wavered in your love and support.

 

I can't thank you enough for everything you have done for me. You have helped me see the light in the darkness, and you have given me hope when I thought all was lost. You have shown me that there is still so much beauty and joy in this world, and I am forever grateful to you for that.

 

You are truly one of a kind, and I am blessed to call you my sister. You have a heart of gold, and the love and compassion you show to everyone you meet is truly inspiring. You have touched so many lives, including mine, and I know that you will continue to make a difference in the world.

 

Thank you for all the late-night conversations, the advices, the laughs, and the tears. Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on, my sounding board, and my biggest cheerleader. I don't know where I would be without you, and I don't even want to imagine it.

 

You have made me feel alive again, and for that, I will be forever grateful. I love you more than words could ever express, and I hope that I can repay your kindness and love someday. <3

this is so sad

 I am at loss for words. I mean how does one become so cruel? To cut someone into pieces after murdering them, requires special kind of wickedness that is not even common in animals. In fact, animals don't kill to mutilate. I think it is only possible because we are capable of such evil.

I refuse to call this a simple murder. It is barbarism and should be treated as such without any hesitation.

Unfortunately, we have no greater punishment than death penalty. I wish there was a way to teach such people a lesson. Sometimes, I feel barbarians should be served a barbaric meal of punishment. Skinned alive and fed to rabid dogs. But that would break down the very concept on which the modern society is built. Still I seriously wish there was a punishment that could create a terror in the hearts of people who even think of doing this. Capital punishment is simply not enough.

Having said that, I sometimes wonder how people get trapped into such relationships. Can't they see the monster who they have supposedly fallen in love with? How can your love be so blind not to recognise a person and his real nature?

It is hard to believe that Aftab turned monster suddenly in months. Cruelty is not a switch you can turn on and off. It has to exist in some form.

Obviously, I am not blaming the victim. This could have happened in a lot of different circumstances. Plus, why Aftab chose to kill her is yet unknown. But having somebody close enough, other than the person you love, like a friend who misses your presence, could save your life. If I go missing, at least 12 people I know will come to know about my absence in less than 48 hours.

I repeat again that my intention is not to pass the blame or sound insensitive. Aftab is a barbarian without a shadow of doubt. But I am simply trying to say that our life is our primary responsibility. The only people we can trust fully are our parents. That too sometimes can be a gamble. All I am suggesting is that we need develop some mechanism to recognise a monster before it is too late.

A Wave in the Ocean

 As someone who is clinically diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, I often hear people call suicide a choice. Let me be clear: when you are suicidal, it does not feel like a choice. I once heard someone compare the feeling to standing in a window of a burning building, and someone on the ground who cannot feel the fire says, “Don’t jump! You have so much to live for!” When someone who is depressed chooses suicide, it is not really a “choice.” It is effectively a surrender. You are finally surrendering the fight. You have to have been in immense, lasting pain for a prolonged period of time, to the point that your own brain literally cannot think of a single good reason why you should be alive.

The human will to live is INCREDIBLY powerful. When you are on the edge, your survival instinct will keep pushing you forward for months, years, sometimes even decades, it is so hard to finally give up. When I was at the bottom, thinking about suicide often felt like a comfort. “No matter how bad things get, I can always kill myself.” Even then, I clawed my way back. People need to understand: suicide isn’t a choice. It’s the terrible loss of an incredibly difficult war against your own brain. 

yun hi to na roya hoga

 Yun hii to vo na roya hoga.

Kuch batien to hongi jinme vo khoya hoga.

Sbkii sunte sunte aaj fir thak kr vo soya hoga.

Or yun hii to vo na roya hoga.

Apnii zubann pr chuppi usne fir lgaya hoga.

Apna haq mangne pr aaj fir vo sataya hoga.

Sbki khushiyo ke liye khud ko kho kr fr aaj vo roya hoga.

Yun hii to na vo roya hoga.

Kehne ko h uske dil m bout si batienn.

Pr vo kh na paya hoga.

Sham dhalne Par jab vo chhat pr aaya hoga...

Khule aasman ko dekh kr udne ki chah usne fir jataya hoga...

Yun hi to vo na roya hoga.

 Bheegi palko m apne spno ko fir se chupaya hogaa.

Uske dil ka haal koi na jaan paya hogaa koshish kisii ne kii hi nii usko samjhne kiii or vo ladka beegi bheegi palko mai aaj fir soya hoga...

Yun hi to vo na roya hoga.

Bout si uljhano mai vo kho sa gya hai.

Sbko khush rkhne m khud ko bhul sa gya hai.

Koi ni smjhta ki usne kya khoya hai...

 

Haq to do usko kuch khnee kaa...

Haq to do usko kisi ka saath nibhane ka

Sapne uske bhi hai....Haq to do use un sapno ko jeene ka.

Tmne jitna socha bi nii vo usse jydaa tmko kr ke dikhyga hai uskii manzil ni aasan par vo usko hasil krke dikhayega.

Richa didi

You are unique and brave, savvy, and so talented. You really are something else. I’m grateful to consider you as my sister, my shoulder to cry on, and sometimes my mom Lol. I may be little , but I’ve always felt that I could talk to you about most things, and that you would understand, and that if I needed it, you would have some encouraging advice, or in the very least some non-judgmental support to offer.

 

You’re special. I’ve never really had a lot of people I feel comfortable talking to. So every time I was low or upset, I usually resorted to ignoring most of my problems instead of figuring out where I went wrong and attempting to make things better. But we met and became friends. And for some reason, I thought you could be the person I could confide in. After being friends for long, sharing dreams, stories and fantasies, my trust in you has only grown beyond light years. You’ve made me realize the importance of having friends, and maintaining relations. You’ve helped me value my relations. So much of who I am and how I think is thanks to you.

I may not have been the person you wanted to be friends with. I may not have been what you wanted me to be. I may not have been there to share the best moments of your life, or the worse. But I promise to do the best I can. You’re one of the pillars of my strength. And I promise to always try to be one of yours.

 

Sometimes I wonder how you know me so well. I’ve always had a handicap of expressing my feelings verbally. But you know things even before I tell you. (Seriously, what kind of sorcery is that?) LOL You know when I am upset. You also know when I just need someone to sit with me to share the silence if I don’t want to talk. Or when I’m just being stubborn. Somehow, you know. But you never give me the luxury of being in denial or get fed lies. It is a type of quality that makes you irreplaceable.

 

I promise to tell you things. Express my love and fears. I’ve been working at it for a while now.

I love you, didi. There’re not a lot of people I’d take a bullet for. I don’t think I tell you enough. Out of all the words to describe you, I think the word that is most accurate is kind. And no wonder being friends with you all these years has made me someone I’m proud to be. You’re so many more adjectives (generous, helpful and implausibly caring), but your kindness is unrelenting and I’m certain it will bring all the awesomeness in the world that you deserve.

 

Words are insufficient, but you need to know how awesomely awesome you are, so they’re going to have to do for now, anyway. I promise to always be here, somewhere in the background to remind you every day, lest you ever doubt it.

 

You’re smart and intelligent. And no matter how lost you feel, I know for a fact that wherever you find yourself, will be the right place. It breaks my heart to think of you struggling, because I know sometimes you do. Because, I do, too. I know it feels like the world is being a jerk to you sometimes, when people are mean, or when life is changing and everything is just way too overwhelming, but I know you can endure it. You’re tough. Even if you’re exhausted or busy or mad, I know you make time for the people you love. And we have known each other for a long time. Maybe that’s how I know you’ll be able to deal with difficult and annoying people easily (And for that, you’re welcome).

I promise never to leave you alone, not because I am incredibly creepy or clingy, but because I am indebted to you for life.

 

You care. Everyone else bails. To be honest, I expect them to. Times get rough and I’m not fun to be around when that happens. People don’t like being around when in times like these. It’s a burden. But you stay. You stay even when things look like shit. You let me talk and cry and never make me feel guilty for needing you. You’re selfless and loving. And it surprises me because I’ve never known caring like this. You’re inspiring.

You deserve so much more than this little post, but since I don’t know how I could ever repay you, this is an attempt to do just that. I promise to return the favor even if it takes a lifetime, because I’m not going anywhere.

 

I promise to be there to see you become stronger as you move past hurdles, tumbling and falling on occasions. I promise to be there to be your personal cheerleader and applaud with every ounce of my being when you win all the battles.

 

Among every promise I make today, I think there’s a need to include an apology. I’m not perfect (I know, I know, shocker, right?). For all the unnecessary drama, utterly pointless rants and the hullabaloo that I created in your life. I’m sorry if i ever take you for granted, doing and saying whatever came to my mind with blithe disregard to your feelings. You never hesitated to call me out on my immaturity or let me get away with it. You can be brutal in your opinions and advice, and yet that brutality is laced with all the affection in the world. I am sorry for being self-centered sometimes. But I am getting better by the day; or at least trying to be. And the journey from being immature and selfish, to a better person has been has been a learning experience.

There are times when I do not like you too much, because sometimes I think you care a lot and I don’t deserve it. As trite as this may sound, I strive to be a better person because of people like you in my life.

 

So, I promise. You have given me an important place in your life, and I promise to always value it.

 

No matter how far we’ve come, how busy we’ve become or how much we’ve matured, nothing can change the care and the affection that I have for you. I am thankful I met you. Because life without you i wont be alive for sure

 

i love you richa didi

 

your little brother -Deep

 

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