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BOOK REVIEW PRINCE AND THE PAUPER Written By: Mark Twain Prince and the pauper is a book which has been placed on my bookshelf from a very young age. It is one of those few books I have read when I started reading literature other than my curricular books. From Mark twain’s further classics this is a winning book for young readers. Surprisingly connecting the reader with a world of two boys, one a prince enjoying a lavish life in the palace other an urchin pauper living in the not so good street of London. Both unpredictably having the same identities by face but not by names or living standards. The story grows to a point where both these boys confront each other, Tom Canty happens to meet Prince Edward of Wales. And after a situation of confusion they nearly switch places to each other. The story revolves around Tom, who is sick of being beaten by his cruel father, and Edward who is bizarre of being present to his royal responsibilities. They both switching their ...



The day you left was the day when I realized who a true friend is .. The one standing besides you in all circumstances ,not only a part of your best but a support of your worst. Picking you up when you are shattered by others. Finding you when you are lost within yourself. The one bringing the best in you. The one making your tears into smiles, never turning their backs, standing with you in all the hails , facing the thunder holding your hands and they make you live the moment that was just a time once. Struggling with you in all your anxieties, bearing your fears and embracing you for what you are. And a person who gives those moments to you that you forever cherish that atleast they happened. And most importantly make you realise life is going to be a rollercoaster ,accept and let it go ,cherish what happened and forget that couldn't , embrace the flow. The day I lost you this all stopped happening, and realized I just lost a friend..

جون ایلیا مستیء حال کبھی تھی ، کہ نہ تھی ، بھول گئے یاد اپنی کوئی حالت نہ رہی ، بھول گئے یوں مجھے بھیج کے تنہا سر بازار فریب کیا میرے دوست میری سادہ دلی بھول گئے میں تو بے حس ہوں ، مجھے درد کا احساس نہیں چارہ گر کیوں روش چارہ گری بھول گئے؟ اب میرے اشک محبت بھی نہیں آپ کو یاد آپ تو اپنے ہی دامن کی نمی بھول گئے اب مجھے کوئی دلائے نہ محبت کا یقیں جو مجھے بھول نہ سکتے تھے وہی بھول گئے اور کیا چاہتی ہے گردش ایام کہ ہم اپنا گھر بھول گئے ، ان کی گلی بھول گئے کیا کہیں کتنی ہی باتیں تھیں جو اب یاد نہیں کیا کریں ہم سے بڑی بھول ہوئی ، بھول گئے

aah ko chāhiye ik umr asar hote tak kaun jiitā hai tirī zulf ke sar hote tak dām-e-har-mauj meñ hai halqa-e-sad-kām-e-nahañg dekheñ kyā guzre hai qatre pe guhar hote tak āshiqī sabr-talab aur tamannā betāb dil kā kyā rañg karūñ ḳhūn-e-jigar hote tak ham ne maanā ki taġhāful na karoge lekin ḳhaak ho jā.eñge ham tum ko ḳhabar hote tak partav-e-ḳhur se hai shabnam ko fanā kī ta.alīm maiñ bhī huuñ ek ināyat kī nazar hote tak yak nazar besh nahīñ fursat-e-hastī ġhāfil garmī-e-bazm hai ik raqs-e-sharar hote tak ġham-e-hastī kā 'asad' kis se ho juz marg ilaaj sham.a har rañg meñ jaltī hai sahar hote tak