Some things never change... but boys do
I saw him today. After a cruel 346 days.
It was.. nice. He's got a goatee now. It's resting on the thin line between cute and outrageously stupid. But I still like him. After the majlis was over today, he walked right behind me as everyone was walking out of the hall and his arm touched mine.
I think I'll tell him how I feel about him. This may be the last year I'll attend the majaalis, so I dunno when and where I might see him again. Though I'm having second thoughts about it.
"Khudhi ko kar buland itna, ké har taqdeer sé pehlé, Khuda banday sé khud poochhay "Bataa, teri razaa kya hai?""
"Raise yourself so high that before [the decision of] each fate, God himself asks the slave, "Tell me, what pleases you?"
-- 'Allamaa Muhammad Iqbal, Indian Urdu/Persian poet.
It was.. nice. He's got a goatee now. It's resting on the thin line between cute and outrageously stupid. But I still like him. After the majlis was over today, he walked right behind me as everyone was walking out of the hall and his arm touched mine.
I think I'll tell him how I feel about him. This may be the last year I'll attend the majaalis, so I dunno when and where I might see him again. Though I'm having second thoughts about it.
"Khudhi ko kar buland itna, ké har taqdeer sé pehlé, Khuda banday sé khud poochhay "Bataa, teri razaa kya hai?""
"Raise yourself so high that before [the decision of] each fate, God himself asks the slave, "Tell me, what pleases you?"
-- 'Allamaa Muhammad Iqbal, Indian Urdu/Persian poet.