tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15959487.post112937350104937338..comments2023-04-16T00:51:45.185-07:00Comments on Roshanai: Tere khushboo mein basey khatmaverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141583899998006518noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15959487.post-1131973471040285892005-11-14T05:04:00.000-08:002005-11-14T05:04:00.000-08:00I am glad you stumbled upon this blog, and that u ...I am glad you stumbled upon this blog, and that u liked it is an honour .... yes, i quite agree that we all have a poetic bent of mind , some of us just have too much free time to pour it outside .... I know, why u told me what u did ... bcoz we all have an inherent want of being heard, being understood .... and probably u think i can understand what u r trying to convey ...which i can ....maverickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12141583899998006518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15959487.post-1131829240691920132005-11-12T13:00:00.000-08:002005-11-12T13:00:00.000-08:00I chanced upon this blog of yours when I happened ...I chanced upon this blog of yours when I happened to be looking for this poem sung by Jagjit Singh. I lingered on and read some other blogs/thoughts of yours too. <BR/><BR/>You have such a poetic bent of mind. Probably we all do, in our own way, but never give it any concrete shape. <BR/><BR/>Had been thinking of creating my own blog for a while now but finally decided to after reading yours. I don't know why I'm telling you this but just thought i'd be honest. And it's not about thanking you or anything. I think sometimes in life things just happen because of inexplicable or unaccountable reasons, emotions, people. I think i'm just trying to acknowledge that somewhere. Why? I don't really know or perhaps cannot explain.Rustling_Leaveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06631038188588641359noreply@blogger.com