Shayari Bazar

In a few days you’ll be twenty-something—twenty-five, twenty-six, sixty-three, doesn’t matter. You’re no better off—mentally, physically, financially, emotionally, and so on—than you were at the time of your last birthday; and maybe the one before that even. In fact, things seem kind of worse. Then again, maybe things are too much the same. Maybe sameness worsens as time moves forth. Shouldn’t sameness stay the same?