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Desi love languages; cutting up fresh fruit, oiling someone's hair, buying methai as a gift, making chai, putting mehndi on someone's hand, buying a whole carton of fruit after someone mentioned they liked it, making pakorein when it rains, watching cricket matches together, pinning jasmine buds in someone's hair, giving dupatta to someone when they are having cold, having Biryani together.
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tea isn't just a drink it's a handwarmer it's an experience it's a love language it's a friend it's
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There is a strange thing about chai, I wonder sometimes,How its smell can be this nostalgic? It reminds you of your high school rivals, latenight study sessions, family gatherings and the moments you have shared with your loved ones.
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Only a piyaali of chai can fix me now.
The melody of slurps make me sane.
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I am talking about sipping chai with your Nani while gossiping about her childhood.
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The sky is so tragically beautiful.
A graveyard of stars.
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i asked the stars; why did it flicker so beautifully? and they replied, it is because of the way the moon makes us feel.
geraldine inoa
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how many people can say that they have held the moon in the palm of their hand, brushed against the planets with their fingertips, touched a flickering star while it moved across the sky?
i hold the universe when i hold you
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Stars are simply light yet we insist on forming constellations.
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Maybe you weren't a terrible person
maybe you were just fifteen.
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Ba, you throw stones at the bud instead of watering it and wonder why isn't it growing
Ma, you flood it with water and wonder why it is drowning
—typicalabdullah
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"I shall write it in my diary to-night."
"What?"
"That a burnt child loves the fire."
-Picture of Dorian Gray (Barnes & Noble Classics Series) Oscar Wilde
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is this what growing up is? just leaving things behind, over and over?
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