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This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends

This is for those who still keep an old photograph in their wallet and a name in their heart that no longer belongs to them. Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai- - Allama Iqbal, Here we keep the things that people throw away - old letters that were never sent, cassettes that stopped playing, and promises that were never kept. We are the voice of those who smile in front of the world but cry silently when the lights go off. Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dam Nikle- - Mirza Ghalib What will you find here? You will find the words of legendary authors and poets who understood pain better than happiness. The sorrow of Ghalib, the loneliness of Jaun Elia, the broken truth of Dostoevsky, and the deep love of Rumi. We don-t post quotes, we post the screams of a silent heart. What is hell? maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.- - Fyodor Dostoevsky We post what you feel at 2 AM when the world is asleep and your memories are awake. The pain of a love that left without a reason, the weight of unread messages, and the ache of waiting for someone who will never come back. If your nights are longer than your days, you are home. Ye Mujhe Chain Kyon Nahi Padta, Ek Hi Shakhs Tha Jahan Me Kya- - Jaun Elia Usually, posting is only ONCE A DAY. We believe one true feeling is better than a hundred fake posts. But sometimes the heart overflows - it is possible that sometimes there may be many posts and sometimes no posts at all, so please be patient and wait for it. You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens. Rumi In the end, don-t treat this as just a channel. Please treat it as a Family Group. A family of strangers who share the same pain. If our words feel like your own story, if our posts make your eyes wet, then please share this family with your friends