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strange stranger strangest!

Sometimes, somethings are meant to happen, some people are meant to be met... I just can not figure out life.

Pata nahi kyun aaj mujhe wo uncle yaad aa rahay hayn jinhon ne 12yrs pehle karachi ke aik sunsaan ilaqay se lift di thi, 12 yrs ago karachi was still safe, trustable.. i just cant forget him.. unho ne poocha, hum ne mana kiya, unho ne wapis insist kya, aur hum maan gaye, he had his daughter my age in car.. but aik bharosa tha.. and to think of it, the next time I met his daughter 2 yrs later, he had died!!!! and then when that girl met me, my mum had died.. kaise weird ajeeb aur strange life hai.. kaisee life hai, kabhi kabhi bass choo ker guzar jati hay, mager dil mein bass jati hai!

But i believe in it, some people are meant to be known, God has made this like this I think.. thankful to Allah for making me meet some really fabulous and kind people on this earth!

And then I also think why do our tiny brains have to carry so much pressure.. I have been carrying it since long, my brother has been carrying it too, my mum carried it till death freed her! what is this? kyun, itne se dimagh per itna sara bojh, bojh daaltay huay log ye kyun nahi sochte ke bache ki jaan lege kya!! like seriously...
shukar hay blogger hai.. i can write n let it all out!
and yeah why do friends cheat? should they be even called friends? wt* wt*


 

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