brings back so many memories, for some reason. of school, of singing in the car, in the days when we were three, and not two. before ali azmat shaved his head, before they fired brian, before salman ahmed delivered his "the thing about peace is.." speech. when they were rebels. the gang that went to the farm on the 14th of August listening to Neend Aati Nahin and Dosti, came back listening to Mitti.
in lamhon key peechey.. koi to hai lamha aisaa bhi
jo beganaa bhi hai apna bhi..
jahaan thehray ye lamha, wohee say to aagay jaana hai
jissay soocha hai usko pana hai
jaaoon mein.. jaatay pal say aagay jaaoon
paaoon mein.. aagay jaa kay usko paaoon, chahoon,
aagay hee jaaoon mein..
and then my favorite... kabhi niklun gaa subha, shamon sey..
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the best part of having a room of your own is slamming the door and taking off your shirt before you do anything else. if you're wondering why its so important to be stripped shirtless as soon as you enter your house, ask any man...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
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hena, what's up with that? i start taking off things the minute i get home too- shoes, socks, wristwatch, earrings, rings, shawl/scarf/sweater...kind of like *breathy prof. trelawny-esque voice* shedding the world!
i'd take off my shirt, but it's too much of an effort for me...i come home and i'm too tired to struggle. and it's not pink, it's fuchsia...i may be a feminist, but it doesn't mean i stop celebrating my womanhood.
hmm.. stumbled across your blog after ages of not reading it... i always take off my pants... i know i know but i like to wear shorts in the house.. so first thing i always do is take off my pants and change into some shorts :P hanging free ;)
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