Being Melancholic is a feeling that each person experience at any rate once in their lives. Since life has its stages there are times when it will make you tragic or even discouraged. There are times in life when one feels down and encounters stuff that makes them hopeless. Much the same as bliss however pity doesn’t keep going forever on the grounds that in the long run the satisfaction will return as life shifts stages. Much the same as it isn’t day or night perpetually or Winter or summer always there is no bliss of bitterness that keeps going forever. Everything takes a break. One feels pitiful in the event that they lose something or somebody valuable to them, or if things don’t go how they imagined them or they come up short at something or something different.
Sadness differs from individual to individual; a touchy individual will probably get tragic in light of the fact that their emotions are effectively harmed however it doesn’t imply that the individuals who are not as delicate won’t ever get pitiful. It is a feeling that can totally change what you look like at your general surroundings. Sadness can make you so negative that you can just spotlight on every one of the negatives around you. A few people don’t need others to try and realize that they are experiencing a harsh stage throughout everyday life and these individuals tend to hold every one of their feelings inside which escalates the sentiment since it is eating that individual from within. But at least I can write to feel better.
Aapka Matlooba Number is a comedy theatrical play by ALL4ONE Pakistan, directed by M. Atif Siddique, co-written by M. Atif Siddique, Hassan Jawad Rana, assisted by Saim Raza Zaidi, co-produced by Ovais Mushtaq, Muhammad Bin Baseer, Hassan Jawad Rana and M. Atif Siddique.
Islamabad, once again is becoming one of the happening city. Since ages, comedy and humour has been used to relax people who feel tangled in day to day hectic work routines and stressed out life..
Organized in the capacious theater of the Aiwan-I-Quaid, F-9 Park, specialists in the innovative creation of “All4One” gave an enchanting execution in the hour and a half satire play “AapkaMatlooba Number” and kept the gathering of people stuck to their seats from the minute the window ornament ascended to the last exchange of the play. Components of inventiveness, amusement and advancement were taking care of business in the play.
I won’t go in the little details of the set up and scenes because I really want you to see it with your eyes. Why should I break your interest? Well look at the visuals, I must say they will definitely temp you to experience theater play yourself. Remember, do write to us if you like the play.
I m not a depressed person, I am one fun loving person I never took tensions not even in final exams nor after attempting the whole paper like I did not know what i wrote in there, and even then when I used to return home i used to say I attempted it to the best assuring all I will be scoring highest where as within it was always sure to me that I was zero.
I loved living care free not thinking what will happen in future. I clearly thought what will come will be tackled well with my father along. My utmost support, who believed in me. No doubt mama believe in me the same but still deep inside i feel broken glass pieces in myself which i can not communicate with any one. Not even to myself all in return I have is headache and lots of tears.
Later as he passed to the eternity. Life was so unfair, that was the point I realized how difficult it is to live. Having a home is more than a blessing, yet how to make it stand strong is the thing. I know i m writing nonsense but this is the only place I get relaxed after writing. I can’t show my tensed tears and breathing to my mom..
This blog is not as social as I m on facebook so nobody knows what a heartache i go through thinking all the time to work n work more. Small freelance tasks to take in and being an equal support to mummy where as not showing to her I get equally concerned, i know baba you read what i write but my miss you so much.. more than an hour of nonstop tears and blocked nose. Yet staying firm in front of people is so hard. I don’t say I m strong I say I am a joker.. Heart is pounding hard like it is at the moment pumping in my head and I wont be able to write more I guess I m better after writing a bit but still my eyes hurt and I cant communicate what i have inside
One of the very lame feeling of the month is that 10th of any month should not fall on weekends. Especially for those who are the working people and their pays are delivered on the 10th and after it if you by chance fall ill that gets more appetizing icing on the cake. Though you don’t have to do even a little thing with it being sick in your home, formatted on bed with layer of blankets, medicines and tears flowing like fire. Though being a very lame feeling. It is a feeling I felt and I ever feel better after writing what disturbs..
Mystically Mysterious Love By FHZ
And then certainly at night she realizes, she has nobody to talk , nobody who could listen what she wants just the tears roll down her cheeks as darkness prevails around..
Argues herself !
Nobody taught u to fall in love..
It was a fairy tale like
No, it was beyond my control.. She answers
She desires just a little to communicate, just because don’t want to lose..
She knows love has made her selfless & she is helpless because when she talks to herself..
The inner soul just says to her either leave yourself or try to end up selfless.
She is afraid of the fact of staying alone without him..
Because she cant imagine to live that way..
Depth of emotion tells unless it is not painful you can’t call it love..
She replies, Love is for once, it has been done, wont happen ever again..
Throw hands up in the air and says LOVE YOU, it’s irresistible.
It is mysterious
It is really love .. She answers As, it has made you; , a crazy soul to write about sensitivity of a feeling..
Love is mysteriously mystic!
She answers, Yes I am in
Mystically Mysterious Love !
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