PART 15

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PART - 15
I came to end of the diary , but she wrote every bit of me within it . From writing about darshaners , blue family , my friendship , about how my concerts feel like , about how it would be when you someone meets me , about my every song and the most touching part was where she wrote about mom and dad by using my song names . She was blessed with writing intellect , like if she writes , she would be the best . Without experiencing my concerts or meeting me she wrote about how it feels and that with such an easiness that I felt that happiness of meeting myself . They things she wrote abt darshaners and blue family , it felt that they are with me always , like they make true what I say , " tumhe pata hai mere piche kon hai , mere fans hai " , a proud feeling emerged in me . My friendship is a treasure for me , as they count me as their blessing , if count them as my blessings , but now my friends list is 3.8 million and not just countable number . When I live my dream by performing on stage , she wrote those feelings without living them , but just seeing them through my eyes . My each song carries a place in my heart how beautifully she wrote down about them , by telling it as a beautiful UNSAID LOVE STORY . I never-ending seen my songs through such angel , that it depict up love with such easiness . The heart touching part was " तन्हा सी रातें थी वो
जब तेरी गोद ना थी
सर रख के सोने के लिए
आवाजों से डर सा था
जो तेरी थपकी ना थी
उन्हें भुलाने के लिए
पुकार आज भी देता हू माँ पर वो तूझ तक नहीं जाती
शायद भगवान प्यार का भूका था
जो उसको तेरी याद आ गयी
तू मुझसे दूर नहीं दिल के करीब है
फिर भी ना जाने क्यों
ये आरजू तेरी ही करता है
कुछ पल के लिए लौट आ तू
जी भरके में तूझे लू
अरमान सिर्फ यही है
जो तेरी गोद में सर रख लू
में जिंदगी को अपने
सीने से अलग कर तूझे दे दु "
Something ached in my heart when I read that , she pinned down my heart on that piece of paper with ink . Sometimes we say that when the paper remains blank and gets filled with tear drops from the eyes , they speak volumes than any letters would have , but what she wrote spoke up more than I could ever do . Just a thank you is what I can say to her

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