... want my epitaph to read, "wasn't ever at peace; now resting forever in pieces"...

... pledged my eyes for donation when I was 12... 'n they have been waiting for over a quarter of a century now for me to honor the pledge... seriously, how lame am I in failing to keep my word... would want my dead body to be handed over to any nearest hospital, so that, if possible, they can extract all the organs that may yet be viable for a transplantation into another human... whatever remains of me after that must be fed to vultures... no burning, no burial... the body must be shredded to as many pieces as withered is my soul...

I won't ever know...

... naa-aashnaa mein habeeb dhoondta maahir ek deewana...
... mili nakaami, jab dosto mein ek ajnabi ko nahi pehchaana...

... zeal to find a friend in a group of random strangers is a blessing...
... failure to distinguish a stranger within the friends is a curse...

... cursed with a blessing; or have I been blessed with a curse... I won't ever know...