Mother is packing my new secondhand clothes. She prays now, she says, that I may learn in my own life and away from home and friends what the heart is and what it feels. Amen. So be it. Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscious of my race.

Paise ka mol agar
Jaan gaye ho,
To ab thoda jindagi
Ka mol jaan lo...

Assumption is the lowest thinking of a man

Tennis lets you talk while you&#39;re playing.

Written By Jane Kaczmarek

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