Isn't it sometime feels yrr kya hi kr rhe h life me, 

it's seems like ek unending race h, 

daily subh utho aur bhagna start ho jata h, 

with lots of insecurities, 

depression,

 confusion,

 loneliness wali feeling,

 jese life me ek insan bhi na ho jo apko smjh ske, 

phir in sb negative emotions ko control kre again apne us dream ke liye fight krna, 

un expectations ke liye fight krna, 

un promises ke liye fight krna jo humne khud se kiye ho......

 Ek deep breath aur ek smile ke sath again is race ko start krna.....

 I just hope we all share these common feelings which is so difficult to express...but this unknown letter somewhere gives your heart comfort that u r not alone 😊

You know what's the best remedy to overcome all these negative emotions? SMILE WHILE YOU SEE YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR....

 You don’t feel lonely when you are alone.

Oftentimes, we complain about how people fail to satisfy our emotional needs because we feel that the person we love should always be approachable, no matter what.

 Holding expectations from the ones we love isn't wrong but making them live with a burden to be available at all times certainly is. 

We need to remember that everyone has a life composed of ebbs and flows, just like ours.

The more you depend upon one person for everything, you start feeling helpless everytime they fail to be available.

 You need to realise that just because they're special in your life doesn't make them any less of a human. 

They have the right to fail from making you happy everytime. 

Moreover, happiness has to be fetched for rather than begged for.

As humans, we have the right to make our choices and be proud of them. 

People try hard to change themselves in order to keep someone in their life but if keeping someone gets that torturous, they're worth letting go.

 Love and liability are like two opposite poles. Someone may be your choice and still hate all your other choices.

Life's too short to wonder whether or not you should make friends. 

Do not allow loneliness to engulf you.

 Try and know more people. 

Not everyone will leave. 

Neither will everyone stay.

 But in this process, you'll meet people who may not be exactly like you but if sharing moments with them makes you happy, they're the ones you have been looking for.

All you need to do is peep out of that small world of yours and admire the beautiful souls around yourself. 

And trust me, expecting people to give all their time and love to you only creates burden.

 You are lovable and capable to love people and by being kind to more people, you're only making the world a more pious place to breathe in.

You feel lonely when you are not in a healthy relationship with yourself.

"If you learn to practice love, compassion, joy, and equanimity, you will know how to heal the illnesses of anger, sorrow, insecurity, sadness, hatred, loneliness, and unhealthy attachments."

     -Thich Nhat Hanh

Feeling lonely?

No friend to share your tangled thoughts??

Dont worry my dear, i am all ears to hear your web of thoughts.......do comment.

You are too unique my friend that not many people knew your value yet.

Stay healthy

Be smiling

Take care

By,shaina....

Do you believe that a kilogram of carrots could cost $10,000?

 My carrots cost me that much last year. 

Last summer I had to completely renovate my kitchen and it was all because of a bunch of carrots.

 The story begins with my picking twelve carrots from my vegetable garden and ends with my getting a new kitchen.

I have a vegetable garden and every summer I enjoy eating my own vegetables. 

One day last summer I picked a dozen carrots. Usually, as soon as I have picked the carrots, I clean the dirt off them by rinsing them in a bucket of water. 

I keep a full bucket of water beside the garden just for this purpose.

 But this day, as I was getting up from the ground with my twelve carrots, I tripped and fell over the bucket. 

The water spilled out of the bucket and went all over my feet.

 I ran into the house to change my shoes and socks. 

When I was finally dry and clean, I realized that I had very little time to make dinner.

 The carrots were part of dinner, so I decided to wash the carrots quickly in the kitchen sink.

 The carrots were covered in a large amount of dirt from the garden. 

I put the carrots in the sink, rinsed them with water, and watched all the dirt wash away down the drain.

The next day, when I was washing dishes, I noticed that the water drained out of the sink much more slowly than usual.

 It drained so slowly that I went to the store and bought a bottle of special drain cleaner. 

I used the drain cleaner and the water seemed to drain a little faster. However, the following day the drain worked even more slowly. 

I spent $100 on different kinds of drain cleaner. None of them worked.

Soon the water did not drain at all. At this point I called a plumber to come and fix my drain.

 The plumber tried a lot of different cleaners and equipment, but nothing worked. 

He tried to go under the house to check the pipes, but he couldn't reach them. 

He had to cut a hole in the floor where the drain pipe was in order to try to find the problem. 

While he was cutting the small hole, he accidentally cut the hot-water pipe. 

Hot water sprayed over the plumber, onto the floor, behind the counters, under the refrigerator; water went everywhere.

 Two hours later we finally finished cleaning up all the water. But the water had caused a lot of damage.

My refrigerator stopped working because the water had affected the electrical wires.

 I called an electrician to come and fix the refrigerator.

 The electrician had to move the refrigerator to work on the wires.

 In order to move the refrigerator, she had to balance it on an angle and pull it away from the wall.

 As the electrician was balancing it, she tripped over the plumber's tools.

 She fell down and the refrigerator tipped over. 

It crashed into the wall, resulting in a huge hole in the wall.

I called a carpenter to come and fix the wall.

 In order to repair the hole in the wall, the carpenter had to tear down half of the entire wall. 

When the wall was half gone, the electrician found more electrical problems caused by the water damage. 

This resulted in the other half of the wall being removed to replace the damaged wiring. 

Meanwhile, the plumber was still looking for the source of the drain problem.

 Since the kitchen was in a terrible mess anyway, the plumber decided to remove part of the floor to look at the pipe there. 

In the middle of the floor, he found the problem: the dirt from the carrots was stuck in the pipe and nothing could go through or past the clump of dirt.

Now I had a sink that did not drain, a refrigerator that did not work, a wall that was gone, and part of a floor that was missing. 

I looked at this disaster and decided that what I really needed was a new kitchen. 

Finally, I called a house builder to come and fix my kitchen. 

Three weeks later I had a new sink, a new refrigerator, new cupboards on a new wall, new tiles on a new floor, and $10,000 less in my bank. 

I have learned my lesson, I never wash carrots in the kitchen sink;

 I get them, clean and ready to eat, from the store.

By,Shaina.....

 One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was very hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. 

However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal, he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. 

He drank it so slowly, and then asked: “How much do I owe you?” You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.” He said: “Then I thank you from my heart.” 

Many years later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. 

Dr Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room…

From that day, Dr Kelly gave special attention to her case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words:

“Paid in full with one glass of milk”

(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

By,Shaina....

 Eddie was a carpet fitter, and he hated it.

 For ten years he had spent his days sitting, squatting, kneeling or crawling on floors, in houses, offices, shops, factories and restaurants. 

Ten years of his life, cutting and fitting carpets for other people to walk on, without even seeing them. 

When his work was done, no-one ever appreciated it.

 No- one ever said "Oh, that's a beautiful job, the carpet fits so neatly." They just walked all over it. 

Eddie was sick of it.

     He was especially sick of it on this hot, humid day in August, as he worked to put the finishing touches to today's job.

 He was just cutting and fixing the last edge on a huge red carpet which he had fitted in the living room of Mrs. Vanbrugh's house. 

Rich Mrs. Vanbrugh, who changed her carpets every year, and always bought the best. Rich Mrs. Vanbrugh, who had never even given him a cup of tea all day, and who made him go outside when he wanted to smoke. 

Ah well, it was four o'clock and he had nearly finished. At least he would be able to get home early today. 

He began to day-dream about the weekend, about the Saturday football game he always played for the local team, where he was known as "Ed the Head" for his skill in heading goals from corner kicks.

     Eddie sat back and sighed. The job was done, and it was time for a last cigarette. 

He began tapping the pockets of his overalls, looking for the new packet of Marlboro he had bought that morning. They were not there.

 It was as he swung around to look in his toolbox for the cigarettes that Eddie saw the lump. 

Right in the middle of the brand new bright red carpet, there was a lump. A very visible lump. 

A lump the size of -- the size of a packet of cigarettes.

 "Blast!" said Eddie angrily. "I've done it again! I've left the cigarettes under the blasted carpet!"

He had done this once before, and taking up and refitting the carpet had taken him two hours. 

Eddie was determined that he was not going to spend another two hours in this house. He decided to get rid of the lump another way.

 It would mean wasting a good packet of cigarettes, nearly full, but anything was better than taking up the whole carpet and fitting it again. He turned to his toolbox for a large hammer.

     Holding the hammer, Eddie approached the lump in the carpet.

 He didn't want to damage the carpet itself, so he took a block of wood and placed it on top of the lump. 

Then he began to beat the block of wood as hard as he could.

 He kept beating, hoping Mrs. Vanbrugh wouldn't hear the noise and come to see what he was doing. It would be difficult to explain why he was hammering the middle of her beautiful new carpet.

     After three or four minutes, the lump was beginning to flatten out.

 Eddie imagined the cigarette box breaking up, and the crushed cigarettes spreading out under the carpet. 

Soon, he judged that the lump was almost invisible. 

Clearing up his tools, he began to move the furniture back into the living room, and he was careful to place one of the coffee tables over the place where the lump had been, just to make sure that no-one would see the spot where his cigarettes had been lost. 

Finally, the job was finished, and he called Mrs. Vanbrugh from the dining room to inspect his work.

     "Yes, dear, very nice," said the lady, peering around the room briefly. "You'll be sending me a bill, then?"

     "Yes madam, as soon as I report to the office tomorrow that the job is done." Eddie picked up his tools, and began to walk out to the van. 

Mrs. Vanbrugh accompanied him. She seemed a little worried about something.

     "Young man," she began, as he climbed into the cab of his van, laying his toolbox on the passenger seat beside him, "while you were working today, you didn't by any chance see any sign of Armand, did you? Armand is my parakeet. 

A beautiful bird, just beautiful, such colors in his feathers... I let him out of his cage, you see, this morning, and he's disappeared.

 He likes to walk around the house, and he's so good, he usually just comes back to his cage after an hour or so and gets right in. 

Only today he didn't come back. He's never done such a thing before, it's most peculiar..."

     "No, madam, I haven't seen him anywhere," said Eddie, as he reached to start the van.

     And saw his packet of Marlboro cigarettes on the dashboard, where he had left it at lunchtime....

     And remembered the lump in the carpet....

     And realised what the lump was....

     And remembered the hammering....

     And began to feel rather sick....

By,Shaina.....

  "Come on, come on, move it, idiot!"

     Joanne beat impatiently on the steering wheel of her Mercedes sports car. How stupid to get caught up in the rush hour! 

She had planned to leave work early this afternoon, at three o'clock, to give herself a chance to relax and have a bath before going out to a meeting of her local tennis club. 

But just at ten to three a client had arrived, and it was two hours before she had finished dealing with the man. When she came out of her office, all the other staff in the Highlight Advertising Agency had already left. 

Now she was stuck in a traffic jam in central Birmingham at 5:30, and at 6:30 she was expected to be chairing a meeting of the tennis club. There would be no time for any hot bath.

     Ahead of her, the traffic was moving at last, and she swung quickly out into the centre lane to turn right, and raced the last half-mile through the quiet suburban streets to her house. 

Pulling up on the driveway, she leapt out of the car and ran for the house. As she opened the door, she nearly tripped over Sheba, who was standing behind it.

     "Hey, Sheba, hello," she said, bending down to stroke the large alsatian dog's head, "I've got no time for you now, but I'll take you out as soon as I get back from the tennis club."

     It was then that she noticed something worrying about the dog. Sheba seemed to be coughing or choking, her stomach pumping repeatedly as if she was trying to vomit something up.

 She was obviously in real discomfort and could hardly breathe; her sad eyes gazed up at Joanne helplessly.

     "Oh damn, this is all I need now," said Joanne to herself, dropping her briefcase and bending down to take a closer look, "a sick dog, today of all days!" 

On closer examination, Sheba did look very sick, and Joanne realised she would have to take her down to the vet immediately.

 Luckily, the vet's surgery was only a few streets away, and Joanne quickly loaded the dog, still coughing and choking, into her car for the short drive.

     When she got there, the surgery was just about to close for the day. Luckily, Dr. Sterne had not left yet, and when he saw the state of Sheba, he brought her quickly into his office.

     "It looks like something is stuck in her throat," said Dr. Sterne. It shouldn't take me too long to get it out."

   "Listen, doctor, I'm really in a rush to get to a meeting -- can I leave her with you, and go and get changed? I'll be back in ten minutes to pick her up, then I'll take her on to the meeting with me. Is that OK?"

     "Sure," said the doctor. "You get going. I'll see you in ten minutes."

     Joanne jumped back into her car again, and made the quick trip round to her house in a couple of minutes.

 As she was once more entering the hallway, the phone on the table by the door began to ring.

 She picked it up, annoyed by this additional interruption to her plans.

     "This is Dr. Sterne," said an anxious voice. "Is that you, Joanne?"

     "Of course it's me," said Joanne, surprised at the sound of his voice, "no-one else lives here."

     "I want you to get right out of that house immediately," said the doctor's voice. 

"Right now. I'm coming round right away, and the police will be there any time now. Wait outside for us." The phone went dead.

 Joanne stared at it. She was confused, but she was also a little frightened by the obvious fear in the voice of the doctor. 

She replaced the receiver, then quickly backed out of the door and ran into the street.

     At that moment, a police car with its lights flashing swung round the corner and screeched to a stop outside the house. 

Two policemen got out. 

After briefly checking that she was the owner of the house, they ran into the house through the still open door, without explaining anything.

 Joanne was by now completely confused and very frightened. 

Then the doctor arrived.

     "Where's Sheba? Is she OK?" shouted Joanne, running over to his car.

     "She's fine, Joanne. I extracted the thing which was choking her, and she's OK now."

     "Well what's this all about? Why are the police in my house?"

     Just then, the two policemen reappeared from the house, half-carrying a white-faced figure, a man in a dark grey sweater and jeans, who, it seemed, could hardly walk. There was blood all over him.

     "My God," said Joanne, "how did he get in there? And how did you know he was there?"

     "I think he must be a burglar," said the doctor. "I knew he was there because when I finally removed what was stuck in Sheba's throat, it turned out to be three human fingers. I don't think he's a very happy burglar."

By,Shaina....

 Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. 

He often asked questions which were strange and witty. 

It took much wisdom to answer these questions. 

Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question. 

Akbar glanced at his courtiers. 

As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer.

 It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard.

 Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer?". 

Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?" 

Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord". 

"How can you be so sure?" asked Akbar. 

Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere". 

Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit. 

MORAL : A witty answer will serve its purpose

By,Shaina.....

 Rikkard purchased a new fridge.

The local council wanted $20 to remove his old fridge in an environmentally friendly fashion.

 So in order to save money he put it in his front garden with a sign that read, “Free to a good home. You want it, please take it.” 

The fridge stood untouched for 4 days! Raymond changed his tactics. 

He made a sign saying, 'Fridge for sale $50.' One day later the fridge disappeared and stolen.

By,Shaina....

Hello dearies.......

I am back with another story in tgis olympics season....

 A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. 

At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win.

 All that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry.

 The other eight heard the boy. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. 

Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,” This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. 

Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. 

People who were there are still telling the story.

‘Why?’ 

‘Because deep down we know one thing. What matters most in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.’

By,Shaina.....

A lorry driver is driving 200 penguins to London Zoo when his lorry breaks down on the motorway. 

The driver gets out of the cab and is looking at the engine when a second lorry driver stops in front of him and asks if he needs help.

 The penguins' driver explains that he is taking the penguins to the zoo and asks if the other man would take the penguins there. 

He agrees. 

Some hours later, the 2nd lorry driver drives past the first one, who is still waiting on the motorway. 

The penguins are still on the lorry, and look happy. 

"I thought I asked you to take those penguins to the zoo," shouted the first driver. 

The second replied, "I did, but I had some money left, so we're going to the cinema now."

By,Shaina......