Chokher Bali Novels & Stories

'' "How much of a prick you were.'' Kristoff sat back, placing a hand over his chest and pretending to be hurt. Before he could say one of his smart remarks, the lady came back out with two steaming plates filled with eggs, baked beans and bananas, and a pot of tea. ''Is this boiled green bananas?'' ''Yes, eat up.'' Kristoff took a small bite of the banana, made a face, then moved to the eggs. ''It's not for everyone.'' When Kristoff sipped his tea, he made a face, then spat what was in his mouth in his napkin. ''Again, not for everybody.'' After eating, Chance paid for the meal. ''Let's go, you can go to a bar not too far from here.'' ''Day drinking is wrong.'' ''Shut uuupppp!''

Her eyes got scrunched because of the happiness she engulfed in them Grinny , toothy , chuckles of hers were dancing on the tunes of her legs . Wearing a traditional but simple white colour ghagra choli adorned her milkish body . Her jhumka swirled , hair locks bounced while floating in the rythm of her jumps Without seeing anyone , without waiting for anyone , her feets followed the instructions of her heart It all showed how happy she was . . Holi Hai .... ,, Taapur yelled at her brother-in-laws who were following her but soon she bumped into the wall and half bucket of colour fell down on it

" I was trying to console my tears but I couldn't because I was lost of words, I was lost of everything. I felt like the poorest person in the world. And a shred of tears was started blowing out of my eyes like the ocean's water. He chuckled a sad smile, A smile that has so much pain in it, "and you thought that you were not good enough when you were the winner of Student of the Year Competition." he whispered. ---------------------------------------------------------+------------ ----------------+------------ happy these days.

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

Aavo Ji Aavo Ji Ghoomardi Khelva Ne Come and let's dance/play ghoomar Padharo Sa Ghoomardi Khelva Ne We welcome You to dance ghoomar Balam Thaaro Ghurar Ghurar Ghurraave Your beloved is growling from inside Aaj Mharo Jivdo Ghano Hichkaave, O Ghabraave Today my heart is hiccupping/skipping a beat Mann Mein Bhaave, Mharo Badilo Bhanwar Mann Bhaave My heart is in love with my beloved, it wants/desires my beloved a lot Chamak Cham Baaje Payal Baaje Baaisa Khele... The anklets are jingling as the girls/women are dancing/playing(ghoomar) Jhamak Jhamak Ghunghra Baaje The ankle-bells are tinkling Aao Sa Ghoomardi Khelva Ne (x2)

Jai started dancing around Shagun holding his mike and threw his smile as if he knew that she was playing a prank of being blind. Tu chiz badi hai mast mast tu chiz badi hai mast Aashiq hai tera naam naam - 2 Dil lena dena kaam kaam Meri baahe meri baahe mat tham tham Badnaam hai tu madamast mast Tu chiz badi hai mast mast tu chiz badi hai mast Translation: You're a wonderful babe You're a wonderful babe You're name is a lover You're name is a lover Giving and receiving hearts is your work

There were more friends of Bhai that I don't know. Bhai was wearing a Black kurta and shalwar,rocking the dress, his spikes up on his head and brown sandals.Ammar and he both were pairing up as he also wore a Black kurta and white shalwar,while his hairs were gelled in spikes. Me ,Ayesha Api,Choti Phopho (younger sister of Baba) and other female cousins were holding the mehndi yellow dupatta above Chachu's head. We were all smiling and I was teasing Chachu.Moviemaker was throwing flashes to capture the moment.

The only sound was that of one of my favorite song from Luka Chuppi Bulave tujhe yaar aaj meri galiyan Basaun tere sang main alag duniya Na aayein kabhi dono mein zara bhi faasle Bas ek tu ho, ek main hoon aur koyi na Hai mera sab kuch tera tu samajh le Tu chaahe mere hakk ki zameen rakh le Tu saanson pe bhi naam tera likh de Main jiyu jab jab tera dil dhadke

**barkha bijlee, baadal, jhooThe jhooThi phoolon ki saugaatein sachchi tu hai, sachcha main hoon sachchi apne dil ki baatein (these rains, lightning, clouds, are all lies, and so are the gifts of flowers. you're true, and I'm true, and true is what's in our hearts.) daskhat haathon se haathon pe karde tu na kar aankhon pe palkon ke parde tu kya ye itna baRaa kaam hai, ailaan hai... (sign your name on my hands with your hands. don't hide your eyes with your eyelids. is it such a big thing, such a big announcement?)**

“Not yet…” I nodded slowly, then hit OK like I was launching a missile. “Today you’re going to learn one of life’s most important truths, Elena. That New York mafia men might shoot people without blinking, but a Bollywood man can shoot you dead with a single rain dance, and you’ll die naked and smiling at his feet.” She giggled, covering her mouth again. I leaned forward, scrolling through the movie titles on screen. Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham. Kal Ho Naa Ho. Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge.