Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

Chaandni raat main tum mujhe roj yaad aate ho, nikalte sooraj ki tarah tumhari yaad me dil pighal jaata hai...
Ye pyaar nhi to kya hai kambakth, mera dil or ye dil ki dhadkan, teri yaad se bhi machalta hai....

There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.

To a real elephant, and not a sheep, wolf, or gnu in elephant’s clothing, you are not there. There is no You. There is no Is. There is only the Elephant. Don’t you see how silly that

Written By Stanley Bing

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