Benjamin felt himself on the verge of a proposal--with an effort he choked back the impulse. "You're just the romantic age," she continued--"fifty. Twenty-five is too wordly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is--oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.

Visualize your solutions. Picture an answer to the problem. Then make the picture real.

Wo kahte h ki hum gusse me
Sab kuchh bhul jaate h,
Par wo ye nhi btate ki hum
Pyar me bhi sab kuchh bhul jaate h,,

Written By Shreem

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