Made in India
One afternoon, A Man and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea and talking about life and love. His friend asked:
“How come you never married?
”“Well,” said The Man “to tell you the truth,
I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman.
In Cairo I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she was unkind. Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no common interests.
One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing. Then, one day, I met her. Beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had very much in common.
In fact, she was perfect!”“What happened?” asked the Man’s friend,
“Why didn’t you marry her?” The Man sipped his tea reflectively.
“Well,” he replied, “it’s really the sad story of my life… It seemed she was looking for the perfect man…
We should always remember in mind that No body is perfect in this world....
We should just take the person and make him/her perfect!
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वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है न लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
पराये अहसासों को लफ़्ज देतें है
खुद के दर्द पर खामोश रहते है
जो पोछतें दूसरे के आँसू अक्सर
खुद अँधेरे में तकिये को भिगोते है
वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
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