Hello ...

Am just human…

You can call me anonymous...

How would you feel if someone said something to you and then said nothing...?

Then you feel very angry or irritated...

…did I say that Right?

But still, have you ever wondered why he stopped saying anything?

Why couldn't they say anything?

No??

It just happens... We never think about anything...

We only think when something is about ourselves...

Yet we think that no one understands us.

How many questions do we ask ourselves every time?

We even think of the answer ourselves. And then we think. We get SAD… We laugh… We even cry.. Then everything seems fine..

what is feelings ??

In psychology, a feeling is a conscious experience of a physical or mental response to an event. Feelings are subjective and evaluative, and are closely related to emotions

Feelings can be pleasant or unpleasant

Feelings can be physical, like pain or hunger

Feelings can be influenced by memories and beliefs

Feelings can be a response to an emotion, like frustration or jealousy..

and what is emotionless..?

When you can't feel your emotions, you're likely to be in a dissociative state. This frequently occurs when people are overwhelmed, and the body switches to survival mode, resulting in numbness or blankness. “Not feeling” is also a protective psychic defense during a time of crisis.

right...??

But a poet writes...

🦋

“I usually know almost exactly how I feel. The problem is, I just can’t tell anyone.” ⁠—Meg Cabot

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game, but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.” ⁠⁠—William Shakespeare☆

♥︎“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy

for the world.” ⁠—Dejan Stojanovic

★“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.” ⁠—Nicholas Sparks

♥︎You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.” ⁠⁠—Pearl S. Buck

◆“The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence ; not in silence, but restraint.” ⁠⁠—Marianne Moore

☆My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.” ⁠—Yann Martel

♥︎“It’s not sissy to show your feeling.” ⁠—Princess Diana

★“One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.” ⁠—Gustave Flaubert

☆“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” ⁠—Helen Keller

♡“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.” ⁠⁠—Carl W. Buehner

★“Learning to stand in somebody else’s shoes, to see through their eyes, that’s how peace begins. And it’s up to you to make that happen.” ⁠—Barack Obama....

Am full ... Am tired I need peace still can't find...

am stuck....hold me .. let me cry on your shoulder i want cry loud so just hold me.. ..[ it's me ]

well I hope you understand..

what about you ?? do you really agree with me ??

Hello

Am here for you with new question ..

According to you..what is love..??

Some people says..

love is sweet slow posion. once you drink you die everyday untill you properly dead

some people said ..

the real love is when you love someone and after can't able to love someone again...

some people said..

love is letting goo

but i think..

love is the ocean .. we can't find its

end or shape .. it's deep we don't know who is it inside...

is it scary.. is it lovely. is it peaceful.. or its peace with dangerous things...

I HAVE STROY FOR YOU...

𝄟⃝🦋☪︎ Sohani Mahinwal☪︎𝄟⃝🌹

Sohni Mahiwal is a tragic love story which inverts the classical motif of Hero and Leander. The heroine Sohni, unhappily married to a man she despises, swims every night across the river using an earthenware pot to keep afloat in the water, to where her beloved Mahiwal herds buffaloes. One night her sister-in-law replaces the earthenware pot with a vessel of unbaked clay, which dissolves in water and she dies in the whirling waves of the river...

I KNOW IT'S LOOKS SAD..AND IT IS SAD..

BUT BELIEVE ME SOME ENDING ARE VERY PAINFUL BUT LOVELY ... VERY UNIQUE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN ......

let me tell you whole story..

In the 18th century (late Mughal period), a beautiful girl, Sohni, was born to a potter named Tulla. Their family belonged to the Kumhar community, and lived in the town of Gujrat in northern Punjab. At the time, Gujrat, located on the banks of river Chenab, was a caravanserai on the trade route between Bukhara and Delhi.

As Sohni grew up, she helped her father decorate his pots. Their shop is said to have been near Ram Pyari Mahal by the river.[16] As soon as the Surahis (water-pitchers) and mugs came off the wheel, she would draw artistic designs on them and set them up for sale.

Izzat Baig of Bukhara🦋

Izzat Baig, a rich trader from Bukhara, came to Punjab on business and halted in Gujrat. Here he saw Sohni at the shop and was completely smitten. Just to get a glimpse of Sohni, he would end up buying the water pitchers and mugs every day.

Sohni too lost her heart to Izzat Baig. Instead of returning to Bukhara with his caravan, the noble-born Izzat Baig took up the job of a servant in the house of Tulla. He would even take their buffaloes for grazing. Soon, he came to be known as "Mahiwal" (buffalo herder in Punjabi).

Sohni's marriage🦋🦋

The love of Sohni and Mahiwal caused a commotion within the Kumhar community. It was not acceptable that a daughter from this community would marry an outsider, so her parents immediately arranged her marriage with another potter. On the day the "barat" (marriage party) of that potter arrived at her house, Sohni felt helpless and lost. She was sent off to the husband's house in a Doli (palanquin).

Izzat Baig renounced the world and started living as a faqir (hermit). He eventually moved to a small hut across the river Chenab from Sohni's new home. In the dark of night, when the world was fast asleep, the lovers would meet by the river. Izzat would come to the riverside and Sohni would come to meet him swimming with the help of an inverted hard baked pitcher [inverted so that it would not sink]. He would regularly catch a fish and bring it for her. It is said that once, when due to high tide he could not catch a fish,🐟🐠 Mahiwal cut a piece of his thigh and roasted it. Sohni didn't realise this at first but then she told Izzat that this fish tastes different. When she kept her hand on his leg,😢😢 she realised what Mahiwal had done and this only strengthened their love for each other.

Tragic end🦋🦋

Sohni swims to meet her lover Mahiwal

Meanwhile, rumours of their romantic rendezvous spread. One day Sohni's sister-in-law followed her and saw the hiding place where Sohni kept her earthenware pitcher. She informed her mother, Sohni's mother-in-law, and instead of telling Sohni's husband😒😒 (who was away on a business trip), the women decided to take the decision in their own hands and finish the matter. The next day, the sister-in-law removed the hard baked pitcher and replaced it with an unbaked one. That night, when Sohni tried to cross the river with the help of the pitcher, it dissolved in the water and Sohni drowned. From the other side of the river, Mahiwal saw Sohni drowning and jumped into the river to save her and drowned as well. Thus, the lovers were reunited in death......

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☪︎𝄟⃝🌹 They died buT their love didn't.

He sacrificed himself for her. ...

love is really beautiful.. isn't it???

What kind of feeling we have ??.

i am fool with a heart but no brains... and you are a fool with brain but no heart.... and we're both unhappy and we both suffer..

if I want to die with you I'll come first.. have you ever heard stroy [ sasi and puno] ...??

noo??

let me tell you...

[ SASSI AND PUNNU]....

Sassi was the daughter of the king of Bhambore in Sind. When she was born, after many years, to the childless couple, the astrologers predicted that she would taint the name of royalty. Thus, the newborn was put in a wooden casket filled with precious jewels and set afloat on the river Sindhu. The box was found by a washerman in the kingdom who adopted and raised the child as his own.

Sassi’s beauty was sublime. She grew up to be as beautiful as an “apsara” from the heavens. People just couldn’t stop talking about the ‘depth of her eyes, the brightness of her complexion, the sweetness of her voice’. Soon the legend of her charm reached Punnu, the Prince of and son of Mir Hoth Khan, the king of the renowned tribe of Baluchistan. Punnu decided to pose as a perfume trader to entice the lady and catch a glimpse of her unearthly allure. As the caravan of musk sellers entered Bhambore, the city was drenched in exotic fragrance. Sassi also came to visit the site with a group of friends and Cupid struck on both sides! While Punnu was mesmerized by her beauty, for Sassi too it was love at first sight. They felt a tug so strong that they saw each other everywhere; in the flowers that bloomed, in birds that chirped, in other people’s faces, in air, water, everywhere. However, since Sassi’s father thought that Punnu was merely a nomad trader who also claimed to be from a family of washermen, he decided to test his mettle and bid him to wash a sackful of clothes. Obviously, Punnu failed miserably, tearing all the clothes, but his lady love came to his rescue and filled the pockets of the clothes with gold coins so that the townsmen would be placated and not complain to her father about the condition of their clothes. The people took the prince’s side and a wedding was fixed in Bhambore, on the condition that Punnu would stay in the town and not take his only daughter away from the washerman.

On the other hand, when the news reached, Kech Makran (Punnu’s hometown), his family was dismayed to learn that their prince had agreed to give up his luxurious life to live like a ‘dhobi’. They would not have this happen! Messengers were sent across to get Punnu back but he was beguiled and enchanted and sent back messages that his home was with his beloved so his brothers and father should forget him. His brothers accepted the wedding invitation and visited Bhambore. During the lavish celebrations, the brothers got Punnu intoxicated, flung him on a camel, and took him back without informing the sleeping household.

Sassi was devasted the next morning when she discovered her husband’s absence and realized the vicious plans of his brothers. She was blinded by pain and ran bare feet towards the merciless desert, wailing his name. She ran madly across the scorching sand and barren land, not noticing the cuts and bruises on her body.As she ran looking for her beloved, she came across a shepherd whom she requested to quench her thirst. The man relented and gave her milk from his goats but also tried to take advantage of her. Sassi was enraged and beseeched the Gods to help her retain her honour for her lover. Her prayers were heard and the ground beneath her split open, taking her into its bosom, leaving only an end of her ‘dupatta’ as a trace of her, above the ground. The shepherd was astounded and became the caretaker of her grave to atone for his sins and started living in a hut beside her grave.

Punnu, in turn, was equally lovelorn by the separation and somehow cajoled his family to send him back to his beloved. On the way to meet her, he constantly called out her name and when he reached the spot of her grave and saw her ‘dupatta’, he had an ominous feeling which was confirmed by the shepherd. He fell down on his knees and implored Allah to unite him with Sassi. God always recognizes true love, as He did Punnu’s. Once again, the desert split open and drowned Punnu, taking him to his Sassi, to a place no one could ever separate them, ever...

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Finally they met..but not on this earth..it seems that love is not for this world...

what you think ??...