17th February
10.30 PM
The soft drizzles touch the ground as the breezes whisper sweet nothings to the trees. A smile is fixed on my lips as I keep my eyes fixed on the night glory. The starry night witness my solitude, as I stand on the roof under the shade leaning against the pillars.
My open black waves rest on my bare back, clad in my blue cotton saree and white sleeveless embodied blouse I know I look like Mehboba, Tanveer's first words when I stepped into his house two hours ago.
The dinner was done half an hour ago, reliving all the good old days, the smiles the laughter that once again echoed through the hall of this home, the walls again witness the love of friends, an affair of memories and creating many more of that. And now as I stand here, the memory of our first time comes to mind. Those shayaries, those songs, I sighed pulling my hair to my left shoulder.
The cold breeze makes me shiver a little I smiled. This feels good, unknowingly good. I rub my bare arms crossing my arms. I need a chai now. Oh, this addiction of mine I need to work on it.
Another breeze past, the drizzles fastens a little, I smile again as I hum,
//Tere Sang Guzre Mere Jo Lamhe
Tum Se Wo Maangu.//
Lost in array a warm jacket around me brings me back, I smiled. Tanveer. He holds a cup of chai in front of me. I shake my head.
"What song you are singing?" He asked.
"It's a new one, I am sure are not aware of this on, Mr Buzurg." He shakes his head in annoyance but I didn't miss the small smile that plays on his lips.
I sip the chai closing my eyes, another thing I love being here, their chai, especially when Amma made it, like this one.
Dil Ke Darwaze Pe
Phir Se Teri Dastak Mangu
Tujh Se Hi Phir Apni
Pehli Si Muhabbat Maangu
He hums and I looked at him with amusement.
"How?" I asked.
"Well google it is." I shake my head in denial, this guy is too much sometimes.
Silence engulfs us, a comfortable silence. The soft breezes witness it and retire themselves without disturbing the beholders. I smiled as another gust hits us.
"Bahut lambi guftagu karni hai. Tum aana ek poori zindagi lekar" He spoke.
"Maine ne har baar tujh se milte waqt
tujh se milne ki aarzu ki hai
tere jaane ke baad bhi maine ne
Teri khushbu se guftagu ki ha" I smiled as those words left my lips.
Silence hugs us tight this time as we stand looking at the sky with soft drizzles yet a full moon is here.
"Sometimes I wonder you know..." He starts, I tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"...How it feels like?"
"How what feels like?" I asked.
"How it feels like to be in love." I smiled.
A sad smile. I pity those who haven't fallen in love, who doesn't know what love looks like.
I pity Tanveer because he is one of them, not only that, he never let himself feel the love that surrounds him. I pity people who were always way too focused on their career, always a loner.
He hardly got any friends other me, hell he hardly got any relationship, family or friends. Anything other than the business that asked him for attention he bid them a farewell without a second look.
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