PreRishAT #112|The Universe Works In Mysterious Ways|Reminder NT P117 - Page 58

Originally posted by: SanyaEterna

And that gives me joy😂

Me too.

Call me saddist but every single tear from prerna's eyes is a celebration,

i know RB may never return

i know Prerish may never happen

i know end of this track soulmates may unite under one dupatta

still.......

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

Come back soon Mr Bajaj!

I miss you!

Beyond beautiful Shruti♥️

These made me emotional again😭😭😭

Miss Bajaj💔💔💔

Originally posted by: SehLengeThoda

Niyati

good story on page 64,but i don't think he should turn into casanova for this wothless and clueless woman.

Thanks! I’ll try to change that bit if write it as OS 😃

Originally posted by: SanyaEterna

Lolol I get quite a bit of free time😂

Lucky you are

Originally posted by: MR21

This is awesome Niyati♥️

Had a good laugh in the morning😂😂😂

Thanks Ramya!!

Subah ki shuruat aise bhi haske karni chahiye 🤣

Originally posted by: SehLengeThoda

Me too.

Call me saddist but every single tear from prerna's eyes is a celebration,

i know RB may never return

i know Prerish may never happen

i know end of this track soulmates may unite under one dupatta

still.......

Yaha sabka yahi haal hai...and we're proud Sadists here...RBians are Sadists....this is an universal fact😆

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

Come back soon Mr Bajaj!

I miss you!

Shruuuuu🤗😭

These are just so beautiful!

Goodbye, goodbye, to one place or another,

to every mouth, to every sorrow,

to the insolent moon, to weeks

which wound in the days and disappeared,

goodbye to this voice and that one stained

with amaranth, and goodbye

to the usual bed and plate,

to the twilit setting of all goddbyes,

to the chair that is part of the same twilight,

to the way made by my shoes.

I spread myself, no question;

I turned over whole lives,

changed skin, lamps, and hates,

it was something I had to do,

not by law or whim,

more of a chain reaction;

each new journey enchained me;

I took pleasure in places, in all places.

And, newly arrived, I promptly said goodbye

with still newborn tenderness

as if the bread were to open and suddenly

flee from the world of the table.

So I left behind all languages,

repeated goodbyes like an old door,

changed cinemas, reasons, and tombs,

left everywhere for somewhere else;

I went on being, and being always

half undone with joy,

a bridegroom among sadnesses,

never knowing how or when,

ready to return, never returning.

It’s well known that he who returns never left,

so I traced and retraced my life,

changing clothes and planets,

growing used to the company,

to the great whirl of exile,

to the great solitude of bells tolling."

-"Goodbyes-Pablo Neruda

@Shru.....awesome edits and gifs🤗

Originally posted by: manzilmukul

Shruuuuu🤗😭

These are just so beautiful!

Goodbye, goodbye, to one place or another,

to every mouth, to every sorrow,

to the insolent moon, to weeks

which wound in the days and disappeared,

goodbye to this voice and that one stained

with amaranth, and goodbye

to the usual bed and plate,

to the twilit setting of all goddbyes,

to the chair that is part of the same twilight,

to the way made by my shoes.

I spread myself, no question;

I turned over whole lives,

changed skin, lamps, and hates,

it was something I had to do,

not by law or whim,

more of a chain reaction;

each new journey enchained me;

I took pleasure in places, in all places.

And, newly arrived, I promptly said goodbye

with still newborn tenderness

as if the bread were to open and suddenly

flee from the world of the table.

So I left behind all languages,

repeated goodbyes like an old door,

changed cinemas, reasons, and tombs,

left everywhere for somewhere else;

I went on being, and being always

half undone with joy,

a bridegroom among sadnesses,

never knowing how or when,

ready to return, never returning.

It’s well known that he who returns never left,

so I traced and retraced my life,

changing clothes and planets,

growing used to the company,

to the great whirl of exile,

to the great solitude of bells tolling."

-"Goodbyes-Pablo Neruda

So beautiful

Shruti, edits are so beautiful!! ❤️