Bita hua har ke pal
Jindgi ke Sabse 
Sundar pal hai

Ender had never spoken of that to anyone, not even to Mother, but had kept it as a memory of holiness, of how his mother loved him when she thought that no one, not even he, could see or hear. That was what Alai had given him: a gift so sacred that even Ender could not be allowed to understand what it meant.

When there’s nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

I have been on diets that were supervised by doctors, that were carefully supervised where I lost weight.

Written By Roberta Flack

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