We leave a part of us every time we move forward in life, and sometimes, we turn back and look at those aged memories and long for them.
Here is an ode to the memories lost, memories that are now a hiraeth,
a homesickness.
We leave a part of us every time we move forward in life, and sometimes, we turn back and look at those aged memories and long for them.
Here is an ode to the memories lost, memories that are now a hiraeth,
a homesickness.
" Nadiyon se behte khwaabon mei dub
Alfaazon ko taraash rhe hum
tairne ki koshish na karo
Saahil nhi hai idhar, gehra samundar hain hum"
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