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Zindagi gulzar hai - review


Ata nahi zindagi gulzar hai ya nahi iss waqt jo halaat e dunya aur halaat e zindagi hayn..i jus wish zindagi gulzar ho..... But talking abt my favoritest drama these days, for which i wait one whole week... Heres it...

I agree with zaroon, being a woman myself, I dont like to have that freedom which women shouldnt have but there spouses are allowed to have sadly enough...

The best quote from this episode: halaat ke badalnay se logon ke rawwaiye tabdeel ho jatay hayn, aur shayad log isi liyeh halaat badalna chahte hayn..  So true... So so true...

Zindagi khaak na thi...khaak uratay guzrii.... :( men are Allowed to flirt..why do they hate it when their wives or fiances n these days their gfs jus even wave to a guy... Im nt usingthe  word flirt bcx I myself hate flirts and flirting.. But this same zaroon who likes Kashaf for her honest n non flirting behaviour will one day accuse her of being a flirt when he himself was the biggest ever flirt..why double standards..if something is wrong its wrong for both...insaan khud tou sare jahano ke paap lere aur dusre ko zara si bhi lagzish ki ijazat na de..samajh nahi aata..

Cant wait for next friday..till then hail non-flirts ... U rock!!!!!!

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