hbd trek //
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
~ Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats
I got my bachpan ka digicam fixed and life is worth living again //
Break, Break, Break
On thy cold gray stones, Oh Sea
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
From “Sharam Aave hai” to “Sharma Aave hai,” what an epic ride with @equinox_films
Had an absolute blast creating this with @nitinparmar6 , @the_straydog , @abhinaykumaar , @mehak.matharu@amusing_ish@afrojstyled and the entire cast and crew. You all made it so much fun!
Big thanks to @castandcurious_ for bringing me on board for this super cool project!
Oh, and the cherry on top? Seeing my dad light up everytime while watching me on Star Sports. 🫶🏻
