Heard someone say a perfect man is poet who rides a bike…bike & poem both not mine but…”Udne de in Parindo ko Aazad Fiza me ‪Ghalib
Jo tere Apne Honge Wo Laut Aayenge Kisi Roz”
Dhal gaya din (tuk). Ho gayi shaam (tuk)…Jaane doh jaana hai. Who all know this song from Humjoli?? My tuk tuk moment with Saina
My comic strip bandana keeps my head together against those who r about to exceed the limits of my medication.
Oily tanned scruffy and Kohl eyed Raees shoot…
Anees Adenwala & Sanjay thanx for the training….
Nut…screws..and bolts.Completely handmade and no animals were hurt during the making of this machine.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours. Mr. Shakespeare confuses me again…
No one ‘shaves’us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
The sunshine trebled at the thought of my weekend lunch with daughter…
Had forgotten my Instagram password, so that’s y I could not upload…uh ok. The pic loses its purpose now…damn.
The sky is on fire and on land it’s cold in London.
