Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman never shows to full advantage except as a mother. Then alone can her character expand in the fulfillment of all life's duties and the enjoyment of all its pleasures.
Ye Barish Khoobsorat Hai,
Ik Arsy Baad,
Meri Rooh Mein
Seraab Hone Ki Tamanna Jag Uthi,
Mager Badal Ke Raste Mein
Bohat Pair Aate Hain,
Mein Pal Bhar Ke Liye Sadaab Hoon,
Aur Apni Baqi Umer,
Phir Sehraon Mein Katoon?
Mein Apni Piyaas Par Razi Rahon Gi,
Mere Aansu Meri Kafalat Ke Liye Kafi Rahein Ge…
I fervently wish no misery ever came near anyone; yet it is that alone that gives us an insight into the depths of our lives, does it not? In our moments of anguish, gates barred forever seem to open and let in many a flood of light.
Kuch Waqt Pehle Muje B Zindagi Ne Azmaya Tha,
Kisi K Sath Maine B Hasta Hua Pal Bitaya Tha,
Rota Hua Chhod Gye To Kya Hua,
Hasna B To Usi Ne Sikhaya Tha..
Ageism works in both directions. As a teenager in the public eye, people would talk condescendingly to me. When you get older there's this feeling that you have to start carving up your face and body. Right now I'm in the middle ground - I think women in their thirties are taken seriously.