Lovely sms in Urdu

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 (1) For Those Who Dont Know Who  For Those Who Dont Know Who Hanif Is... -Hanif Nevr Wet His Bed As A Child.
The Bed Wet Itslf In Fear. -Once Hanif Participated In A Race.
He Came 1st.
Einstien Died Aftr Watching Dat.
Bcoz..
Light Came 2nd.-When Hanif Was In Clas 3,
Teachr Told Him To Write An Esay On Anythng..
2day Dat Esay Is Knwn As WIKIPEDIA

-Hanif Once Wrote His Biography.
2day That Book Is Known As GUINIESE BOOK OF WORLD RECORD..

-When Hanif Does Push Ups,
He Is Not Lifting Himself Up.
He Is Pushing The Earth Down.

- Hanif Once Hit A Six.
And That Ball Is Today Known As PLUTO.

Source: "WIKILEAKS"

(2) For those who dnt knw who zub For those who dnt knw who zubair is-
- zubair nvr wet his bed as a child. The bed wet itslf in fear.
-Once the facebuk foundr hospitalizd due to shock.. bcoz zubair p0ked him.
-Once zubair participated in a race. He came 1st. Einstien died aftr wtchng dat, Bcoz..Light came 2nd.
-Whn zubair was in clas 3, teachr told him to write an esay on anythng..2day dat esay is knwn as WIKIPEDIA
zubair once wrote his auto biography. 2day that book is known as GUINIESE BOOK OF WORLD RECORD..
Zubair once hit a six.And that ball is 2day known as PLUTO.
Source: "WIKILEAKS"

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Love sms for Her

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Love sms for Her
Love grew up in South Central Los Angeles long before the racial tension, crime and violence for which the area later became infamous had taken over the community. Love later remembered the Los Angeles of her childhood as "a city that existed mostly in people's imaginations…. But for us, Los Angeles had nothing to do with movie stars or stubbly, hard-drinking gumshoes trying to piece together broken dreams after hours. For us, Los Angeles was contained in about 20 blocks, bookended on one side by our projects and playgrounds and on the other by church."

When her father received an offer to lead his own church in San Antonio, the family moved to Texas, where Love first discovered the power of her voice. The family relocated back to California in 1956; soon after, Love—still in high school at the time—was invited to join a girl group called The Blossoms. The trio performed locally and also sang in backup sessions for the likes of Sam Cooke and Bobby Day. Even greater success in the music industry waited just around the corner.

In 1962, a 20-year-old Love caught the ear of legendary producer Phil Spector, who immediately recognized the immense potential in her voice and brought her into his new direction for 1960s music: the "girl group sound." One of Spector's biographers remembers Love's impact on the producer: "She had a peculiarly young voice, which made it suitable for the songs Spector liked best—the ones dealing with adolescent emotional experiences. However, unlike most of the kids around, she was also a solidly professional singer with exemplary technique, control and flexibility. She had real power and genuine dynamic range…. In a word, Darlene was a godsend."

Through the rest of the 1960s, Love performed in a wide variety of venues, recording with The Blossoms and as a solo artist, while also singing backup for the likes of Elvis Presley, Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke, Frank Sinatra, Dionne Warwick, The Beach Boys, and many, many more. As Love later recalled, "One time I had to make a list of all the people I've worked for… The list was unreal, with over 200 famous people we had actually backed up over 15 years."

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Love sms for Husband

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Love sms for Husband 
Your husband has told you that he doesn’t love you anymore and that he is leaving. It may have been a long road that brought you to this point or this could be coming out of the blue. Either way you are devastated by these words and are panicked over how you can get him back.

First, chances are that your husband does still love you. People, men in particular, can say a lot of things that they wind up regretting and there should be little doubt that these words will come back to haunt your husband one day very soon.

Why Did He Say It? – If you are wondering why your husband has told you that he doesn’t love you anymore the reasons could be one of many things. He could be going through some sort of crisis. He could be having an affair that you may not know about. He may just be bored with your marriage and feel that he could do better on his own. He could be going through some other sort of stress and actually hate himself but not know what to do with these feelings.

What Can I Do? – For starters you should keep your cool and avoid being too emotional about all of this. Begging him to stay or asking him to go to counseling will be met with resistance. You do want him to want to be with you right? The time for talking will come soon enough but if he has just broken the news to you that he doesn’t love you anymore just try to keep your cool and not react. Acting out by begging, pleading and crying will only make it more difficult for you to get him back when the time comes.

The Plan – If you really want to get him back a solid plan that you can force yourself to stick to is in order. Often women who want to get their husband back will make deals with themselves and decide to try to contact their husband or try to talk about the breakup and divorce even after deciding that they would limit their contact with their husband to times when they aren’t emotional.

Your goal should be to open up the lines of communication with your husband again and make him fall in love with you again. You might think that this sounds impossible but think about it. You were able to make him fall for you once before. What makes you think that you can’t do it again?

Once you do begin to open up the lines of communication you should focus on making each meeting or telephone call as upbeat and positive as possible. If things start to turn south then you can end the call by making an excuse for why you have to go. Try talking about funny things that happen in your life or funny memories that you have together. Try to make him laugh or at least smile a little bit. If you’re feeling particularly adventurous you can compliment him on how he looks or how he’s dressed. Everyone likes a compliment and a sincere one from you might be all it takes to break the ice.

Avoid talking about the breakup or that giant white elephant in the room in the form of the divorce, separation and the nasty things that he said when he broke your heart. Very soon he will be begging you for another chance and apologizing for how he treated you. Until that day though concentrate on recreating that connection with your husband before the divorce papers get filed. Just remember, everyone likes to talk about themselves and nobody wants to talk about unpleasant things like the breakup of their relationship or what they said or did.

The time will come, of course, to talk about the breakup and what happened. When that day does come you should try to make your opinion and comments as positive as possible. Take responsibility for the things that you did to contribute to the downfall of your marriage while trying not to point out your husband’s part in the breakup. If you really want to get him back he will need to come to the realization that he was responsible for much of what went wrong in your relationship and marriage. You will never be able to force him to apologize nor should you want a forced apology from him. While what you say is important it is even more important how you say it to bring about the desired results and in the end wind up getting him back.

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Friendship Love sms

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By contemporary Western standards, the poetry of the late Indian writer Kamala Das contains little that seems untoward. It all boils down to sex and death, we understand nonchalantly, we who are unshockable, who are most devout about our artistic impieties. But in a social and literary context of female erasure, Das eschewed thematic and stylistic tradition, writing about female desire, about the twitches of a man urinating, the “branding” of lust, the way the birth of a child can untaint the lousiest marriage. Her tabloid tag became “The Love Queen of Malabar.”

Merrily Weisbord’s The Love Queen of Malabar: Memoir of a Friendship with Kamala Das is a book I never expected to read. I knew Das’s work, knew her by status and reputation. But we no longer live in a culture of mentorship; we have 3,000 virtual friends, but who, today, approaches someone of whom they think highly, someone with whom they anticipate some affinity, and initiates a friendship?

By Weisbord’s own admission it is not quite a book she expected to write. When she first contacted Das in the mid-nineties, taken with Das’s work, it was out of a sense of writerly, motherly and wifely kinship, and with the idea of writing a joint memoir. Recently widowed after a complicated arranged marriage, Das was not writing; her talent seemed “only an abnormality, a sixth finger.” She was non-committal about the collaboration. As the resulting book opens, with Weisbord sweating and fretting about malaria in the South Indian city of Cochin, the story hinges on the nascent friendship, with its attendant trepidation, surprises, and unknowing.

Weisbord judiciously tightropes between the confessional and the biographical, including both snippets of Das’s poetry, and the day-to-day. Why has Weisbord never married her long-time partner, Das pesters, both out of concern for Weisbord’s financial security and morality. How can Das claim to have loved the husband who raped her repeatedly and brought male lovers home, Weisbord wonders.

“The mind has its own limbs, and they’re all folded up,” Das tells Weisbord.  Time passes, and the friendship unfolds as friendships do. Das’s arrival in North America, for business and pleasure, vaults us into the present. Suddenly, Weisbord is caregiver and impresario, called by the friendship to move outside of herself as Das is dépaysée, destabilised and stimulated. The Laurentians, where Das stays at Weisbord’s country home, are enormous and empty, and feed what she describes as her thirst for trees. “Silence is the only lake I can dive into. I shall lurch in it like a sporting dolphin,” Das writes in the first English article she sends home (in a much-anthologised poem, “An Introduction,” Das confessed, “I speak three languages, write in / Two, dream in one.”).

In Canada we also see Das the performer, regaling Weisbord’s aged aunties with how to perfume your nethers, irritating a Concordia University audience by denying Indian bride burning. Even into her sixties, Das remained controversial.  The proverbial hitting of the fan happens when Das, a Hindu and a very public figure, converts to Islam—for a younger lover, no less. What to do if you want to piss off nine-tenths of South Asia. Das hasn’t abandoned Krishna, she says; “I’ve just had to rename him Mohammed.”  Among the restraining orders, armed bodyguards and public invectives that are now Das’s life, Weisbord returns to the province of Kerala, trying to sort out what she can publish or shouldn’t, what will bring shame, or harm.

And so The Love Queen of Malabar is something of a thriller about censorship and transgression; it is an homage to a woman who, as Weisbord’s stepmother puts it, is “so powerful she wraps herself around your heart”; it is about the dance of female friendship, of our women as our sounding boards, our mirrors and our foils; it is about authorship, where the writer ends and the fiction begins; it is about refuting, revelling in and transcending the body. It is a treat, an eavesdropping, and by the end, we sense how much has been left out. It makes me curious and it makes me want in, to talk to Merrily, to know—what it was like, what she was like… A force.

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