Since the very beginning of mankind, love has been there. It was there between Adam and God. It was there between Adam and Eve. As it is one of the best and purest feelings in the world.
Since then people have come and go writing about love. From the cozy, goosebump, butterflies and wonderful master pieces to the dreadful and heart broken poetry. Many ordinary and extraordinary writers, authors, philosophers, poets and people whose only identity was that they loved so truly and therefore they are still remembered, have done their finest jobs of exquisitely, enthusiastically and with all their heart and soul writing about love.

From praising their loved ones,
To the broken heart.
“In their love I made them my lord but forgotten that I had God is to many not to one.”

Since the very beginning to today’s modern and digital world. Love has been the most written topic and you can imagine the tons of stuff by far.

The beauty of love is that every piece either well nurtured or poorly built, If you’re in love you’ll find it as if it’s on you. As if the indescribable feeling either amazing or heart broken had finally been spoken.
The irony of love is that at the same time nothing seems to actually fit on it. As if the greatest authors have failed to actually explain the very phenomenon of love. As if nothing could praise the beauty of the person I love.

Now every lover has it’s own words, it’s own expressions and it’s own way of describing it.
For me in Life sometimes,
Love is not about HAVING the person you love.
It is about letting go of the person you love for their own good.

Love is not about mourning over the love you didn’t get.
It is about not being able to mourn over them because of them.

Love is not about spending lives together.
It is about spending lives alone knowing they got better.

Love is not about sacrificing yourself.
It is about stepping forward and making them sacrifice. (In all honesty that is the biggest sacrifice you can make)

Even if their happiness is you and you know that it’s all in vain,
Love is not about being happy in love.
It is about chosing their happiness over yours.

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.


Meditation At Butler’s

As I was finding a place to calm and sit down and complete a book a friend had asked me to write. I needed a good place to hangout. A café or something that lets me sit, use their wifi, eat or drink and let me write on my laptop without giving me the ‘looks’.
I landed on this amazing place on M.M Alam Road Lahore, ‘Butlers Chocolate Café’ The reception guy was very generous and helpful, I asked him if I could do my work and he was kind enough to let me sit without even asking me what I’d like to order first or anything. Made me seated and gave me the wifi password without giving me the look.
I ordered after a while, and continued writing my book with earphones in my ears. I disturbed them a lot though asked their password at least 4,5 times but all of the waiters were amazing and they didn’t mind at all. They were quite helful and friendly.
I sat there and wrote for like two hours or more. No looks no one checking up on me nothing. The mocha shake was amazing as well and they give you their free chocltae. Win win situation.
Even though I’m out of my budget as I’m a student and because the prices were quite high but the environment and ambience they provide is totally worth it. They even have a charger socket for your laptop I mean come one 😀
It is by far the best palce. A must go to for all the writers and people who like some meditation time.

Suggestion credits : Mangobaaz.