Dear मेरी होने वाली

 I don't know, but hope you would have read my previous part of this note which is titled 

Dear Future Wife.... I want to add some further notes in that proposal.

I don't know who you are, where you are, what are you doing, how will you look like, what family do you belong to, what type of husband do you wish to have, what type of guys have you dated or not, and many un-answered questions. I don't know, neither I want to know. I don't expect you to be my kind. This is the reason I don't have yet created the list of characteristics which describe what is my kind.

I don't want you to wear saree all th

मुझे नहीं पता, लेकिन मैं उम्मीद करता हूँ कि तुमने इसके पहले वाले part को जरुर पढ़ा होगा जिसका शीर्षक है  Dear Future Wife.... मैं उस इश्तिहार में कुछ और भी जोड़ना चाहता हूँ.

मुझे नहीं पता तुम कौन हो, कहाँ हो, क्या कर रही हो, कैसी लगोगी, कैसे खानदान से नाता है, कैसे शौहर की दुआ करती हो, कैसे लड़को को date कर चुकी हो या नहीं किया है, और भी बहुत सारे सवाल जिनका जवाब फ़िलहाल किसी के पास नहीं है. मैं नहीं जानता, और जानना भी नहीं चाहता. मैं उम्मीद नहीं करता कि तुम मेरे जैसी हो. यही वजह है कि मैंने अभी तक उन किस्मों की list नहीं बनायीं है, जिससे ये पता चले कि मुझे अपनी होने वाली में क्या पसंद है.

हाँ, अगर इसकी वजह पता करने का मन करे तो ये मान लेना कि मुझे नहीं पसंद है किसी से उम्मीदें करना, खास कर उससे, जिसको मैंने देखा तक नहीं, जिसको मैंने सुना तक नहीं, जिसको मैंने जाना नहीं, और जिसको मेरे बारे में नहीं पता. क्यूंकि मेरा खुद का तजुर्बा ये कहता है कि इंसान को सबसे ज्यादा तकलीफ़ उसके अपने उम्मीद के टूटने से होता है.

पता है, भरोसा और उम्मीद में यहीं फ़र्क है. भरोसा सिर्फ उसी से होता है, जिसको आप जानते हों, लेकिन उम्मीद किसी से भी हो जाती है. और मैं भरोसा के रूप में उम्मीद करना चाहता हूँ, और बहुत सारे मसलों में तो मैं उम्मीद करना ही नहीं चाहता. मसलन अगर मैं निकाह पढ़ भी लूँ, तब भी मैं मेरी बीवी से ये उम्मीद नहीं करूँगा कि वो हर रोज़ मुझे चाय बना कर दे. क्यूंकि ये उम्मीद मेरे दिलो-दिमाग में घर कर जाएगी, और मैं उस रोज़ भी बीवी के हाथ की चाय का इंतज़ार करूँगा, जिस दिन वो चाय देने के हालातों में नहीं होगी.

उम्मीद को भरोसा का रूप लेने में जितना वक़्त लगता है, उससे कम वक़्त लगता है उसे ज़िद्द का रूप लेने में. और ये ज़िद्द हमारे रिश्ते को खराब कर देंगे. इसलिए Dear मेरी होने वाली, मैं तुमसे ज्यादा कुछ उम्मीद नहीं कर रहा. तुम जो भी हो, जैसी भी हो, मुझे स्वीकार है. हाँ, मैं तुम्हें ज़रूर अपने परिवार के रीती-रिवाजों में बाँधने की कोशिश कर सकता हूँ. मेरा यक़ीन करना, मुझे शौक नहीं होगा ऐसा करने का. हाँ, पर मैं इतना उम्मीद ज़रूर करूँगा कि तुम परिस्थियों को समझोगी और उसके अनुसार अपना आचरण करोगी.

Dear मेरी होने वाली, मैंने अपने पहले proposal Dear Future Wife... में भी बताया है, कि मुझे प्यार का तजुर्बा नहीं है. हाँ, लेकिन जो भी कहीं पर सुनता हूँ, जो लोग मुझसे कहते हैं, जो लोग अपना तजुर्बा बताते हैं, जो कुछ फिल्मों और serials में देखता हूँ, उससे अंदाज़ा ज़रूर लगाता हूँ कि कैसा लगता होगा, जब किसी की हिफ़ाज़त करने वाला, किसी की फ़िक्र करने वाला, किसी की ख़ुशी चाहने वाला कोई और है, और उसे पता भी है. कई बार लोग मुझसे पूछते हैं, आखिर इतने real feeling को लिख कैसे लेते हो?

मैं तुम्हारे सवालात खड़े करने से पहले तुम्हें बताना चाहता हूँ, कि मैंने जो कुछ भी देखा है या सुना है, बस उतना ही मुझे आता है. और ये मेहरबानी है मेरे दोस्तों की जिन्होंने मुझे इर्ष्या दिलाने के लिए ही सही, लेकिन अपने-अपने साथ हुए वाक़ये से वाकिफ़ कराया है. अगर तुम चाहो तो ये मेहरबानी तुम भी कर सकती हो. तुम भी अपने कल, परसों, तरसो सब कुछ मुझसे बता सकती हो. और हाँ, अगर तुम्हें लगे कि मैं बुरा मान जाऊंगा, तो तुम अपनी कहानी को filter भी कर सकती हो. लेकिन तुम मुझसे उम्मीद कर सकती हो कि मुझे बुरा नहीं लगेगा. क्यूंकि सबका अपना-अपना एक कल होता ही है.

हालाँकि इसके साथ-साथ मैं ये भी कहूँगा कि तुम शक़ भी कर सकती हो कि मैं झूठ बोल रहा हूँ, मसलन सब लोग करते हैं. उम्मीद और शक़ की शक्लें एक जैसी होती हैं. लेकिन उम्मीद हमेशा उम्मीद करने वाले के पक्ष में होता है, और शक़ पक्ष में भी हो सकता है और विपक्ष में भी. हाँ पर यहाँ पर मैं तुमसे उम्मीद ज़रूर करूँगा कि अपने शक़ को ज़ाहिर नहीं करोगी किसी और के सामने. मन ही मन शक़ को दूर करने के प्रयास जरुर कर सकती हो. और हाँ, तुम्हें हक़ है कि तुम मेरे झूठे साबित होने पर मुझसे ख़फ़ा हो, मुझसे नाराज़ हो और मुझे कभी माफ़ ना करो.

हाँ मेरी ख्वाहिश ज़रूर है कि कोई मेरी भी फ़िक्र करे, कोई दुआ करे मेरे सलामती, मेरी ख़ुशी, मेरे मुलाक़ात का. लेकिन मेरी ये ख्वाहिश कोई और पूरी करे, ये मेरी ख्वाहिश का हिस्सा कभी ना था, और ना कभी होगा. लेकिन ये तुमसे मेरी उम्मीद नहीं है. क्योंकि ज़रूरी नहीं कि तुम मेरी हर ख्वाहिश पूरी करो. तुम्हें हक़ है ज़िन्दगी को अपने हिसाब से जीने का. और मैं इतना उम्मीद ज़रूर करूँगा तुमसे कि तुम मुझसे ज़ाहिर करो तुम्हारी ख्वाहिशें और वो सारी उम्मीदें जो तुमने संजो रखी हैं.

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Love, Crush, Future Wife and My world

I start a walk. I don't know where it is going to. I don't know whether it has an end or I will have to return. I don't know whether it is morning or evening. I just keep walking. Being in Love has the same concept I think. In my opinion, if you ask, Love has no route, no finishing point, no time limit, no aim and even no sense. Those who are in Love don't know what they are actually going through or what their life is going through.

Literally if you ask, I am talking about winter season. You see for is there all around. It feels like someone enters in the fog. But it's not like that. He who enters in the fog don't feel the same that he has entered in the fog. There is the difference between the point of view. Observer point of view says that someone has entered in the fog. But he who enters doesn't feel the same about himself. In the other situation, he who walks through the fog feels that he has left the observer in the fog.

You might not getting what I want to say. Don't worry, I'll make it clear. Let's come to the point. I am talking about Being in Love. People are often misled of my being in Love. They think that I'm in Love and not telling them. But this is the same as I have given above example. I am walking in search of Love and people think I am in Love. Reality is that they are in Love and their affection for me makes them assume that I'm in Love.

If I come to explain them, they won't believe it. They know I write quotes and poems along with notes about Love. They know the quotes I write are very relatable to all. They know I often talk about True Love. They had always observed me smiling. Smile!! what a beautiful topic to talk about! Oh!

There is a saying in English- "Behind every success, there is a woman." I rephrased it, saying- "Behind every smile, there is a female." This is not my phrase. This is what I have always heard from people who asked me, "Who is the reason for your smiling face?" Hey, this is not so simple to say as it looks here. They say, someone must have prayed that's why I am smiling. People in my circle tease me, saying that I'm single. But when it really comes to share some quality time, they turn their back, saying I'm lying about my singlehood.

I said no, my Being in Love is like my being in fog. People observing me from a place see me entering in and coming out from FOG. But only he who walks with me can realize that being an observer he was wrong. Same thing is here. He who says I'm lying about my singlehood, must live sometimes with me. He will automatically come to share his girlfriend with me as a sympathy.

I'm not on social gaming platforms where most of my friends got their call-mates to talk over night. The reason behind this is I can't hide my cheap behavior there. And, being called a cheap is not my thing. I'm very desperate about experiencing how it feels to have girlfriend. I listen to my friends when they share their experiences and imagine the same on me. I watch dating videos on YouTube. Some channels (i.e. Filtercopy, Binge, Alright, TSP, RVCJ Media, Arre, The Viral Fever, POPxoDaily, The Timeliner, Gobble, Harsh Beniwal, Patakha, This is Sumesh, ScoopWhoop etc.) on YouTube are there in my following list. They create feelings in me, for none.

When I listen to Arijit Singh, I literally begin to cry, feeling broken. But when I think about the person who have broken me, there is no one. I then find myself stupid. That's why I have started listening to English songs, which I don't understand. I listen to Love Poet, not because I can relate to their lines. This is just because I want to feel the same they have felt. I know this is not possible even in this fast world, where 3D motion pictures can be enjoyed.

Coming to the first example, I want to get into the fog. I walk into it and want to embrace the Fog like no one had ever did before. But Fog is not coming to me. The closer I move, the farer it goes. He who walks with me can see me walking faster. Not because I'm afraid of something un-wanted. I just want to embrace the Fog and never leave it.

Now replace the Fog with Love. Those who observe me entering into Love don't know I actually want to embrace Love tight. The less the number in meter for visibility is, the more I see chances to actually get into the Fog. Same with Love. The more the options, the more the chances. But nothing comes true in my case. And what the truth is is not acceptable by the society, I live in. 

So, should I change the society??!!! I shall discuss on it in the finishing paragraph.

As I have mentioned, I sit with my friends when they share their experiences. I shit quiet. But my words matter for none. My presence matters. Those who see me sitting with friends and discussing about Love, they raise question Why? And, before I could explain them, they already have their own answer, I must be in Love. The same Why is raised in me regarding can't I be single. If you go for opinion poll with this question, a maximum will answer you NO. Reason is they are not single. They are committed.

Here is a myth. If someone has overeaten, he thinks no one is hungry. This is universal truth. If someone comes with an objection, I can't accept it. Because he doesn't accept I can be single. But, somewhere in a corner of my heart, myself respect doesn't allow me calling myself single. Shocked!! Don't worry, let me explain.

Also I'm not single. I'm committed with my FUTURE WIFE. Hey, don't think that. Who will be my Future Wife is not decided yet. Yet, I'm committed with her. She will be going to get a man who has no past. There will be no one to claim of being my ex. I won't be an apple of discord. My Future Wife will get an unexperienced guy. So, in this case, my Future Wife will not only be my wife, but also my teacher. I've already written a column on FUTURE WIFE, with this title  Dear Future Wife... So, I don't stretch this not further on this topic.

Also, I've feelings for my crush. Hey, I can't deny this truth. Yes, many of you know about Crush. If don't, I know you are smart enough to Google it. Google will tell you Crush is a person to which you want to share your words regarding your feelings. But let me tell you what Crush means for me.

When I accidently cross with my Crush, I just look at her face. This is very satisfying for me. I don't look at elsewhere. I want to see her smiling. I want to see her eyes blink in slow motion. I want to see her laser cut hairs that she carries to stick with her ear again and again. I don't want to see her dimples. I want to see her lips changing shapes and length with her smile. I want to skid with the softness her face has. I want to see her continues without my eye blinks till the time, I would have no longer need to see her again. I don't want to compare her face with another ones. Because when I see her face, there is no face I want to see after. My eyes and heart doesn't allow me looking at something else.

There is no body sensation I feel. There is no stuttering in my words. I just feel different. This is not the same feeling my friends have for their beloveds. I feel I should express my feelings to her. But I don't understand what type of feeling I have. I don't understand what will I tell her. I don't know how to break the ice and keep the ball rolling. I'm not ready for a maiden speech. I don't feel my heartbeat turns faster after coming close to her. Yet, I have not been in her 15 meters radius.

There is no such feelings like she would be my girlfriend or friend or classmate or neighbor and all. Not at all. I just imagine myself and her in a single frame. For me, nothing but seeing her face matters. This is not because she is very beautiful. This is not because I haven't seen anyone more beautiful than her. This is because the simplicity and glory I see in her, is rare. It is hard to smile naturally. It is hard to burst into laughing. She doesn't care who is noticing her, who is following her, who is stalking her.

My first novel The Statement was all about my struggles for the single glance of the said face. But unfortunately, someone (I know the name) has lost it. I had mentioned every little stuff. I remember I had written that on January 24th, 2014, the distance between me and her was 17.05 meters or 19.1 yard. Air was a bit moisture. Cold breeze was blowing. She had worn a jacket with Dard blue and black linings over a pink top, and a Jeans in black. Sandals were looking about 7 months old. She had no scarf. That's why she was feeling cold in the afternoon. She just sat in a shop and covered her ears with her hands. Sometimes, she was blowing air in her hand and touching her ears with the warmed palm.

There were many such little stuff were written in the novel. Now, every date is forgotten. I still remember every incidents. But it is no use I remember such things. I tried my best to get over these things when I heard of losing my novel manuscript. I had written how I first met my crush. This was like we had attended a function. I was standing with my friends watching performances by school boys. Also she was standing with her friends on the opposite side, watching performances by school boys. My friends were looking at her, continuously, in a hope of that one chance when she looks at him and he could pass a sign. After looking for almost 40 hours, when she did not turn to us, one of my friends turned my head towards her.

I looked at her from her left. She was enjoying the function. But for us, she was the center of attraction. And, unfortunately she turned to us just after five minutes. The moment when she turned to us, we were looking at her. One of my friends passed him a signal in sign language. She turned back. After the function was end, we moved out the hall. We followed her to know where she would left for. The idea was not mine. I was feeling nothing for her till the time. But, when she caught her car to home, I felt something is missing. There the story started.

But the question is that is this called being committed? If yes, why your committed status is different than mine? It costs nothing to have crush on someone. Also I was someone's crush, and I know it. But unlike me, she had made an approach to me and proposed me for Time Pass.

Yes, I call it time pass. If you are taking someone's time for no use, this is time pass. Those who claim that I am hiding about my Love can tell me the definition. If there would be anything common in there Love and mine, I would honestly admit it. But no, there is nothing. Talking to a girl whole night is Love for them. Having been in physical relation is Love for them. Meeting and long ride is Love for them. Sharing moments and happiness is Love for them. Gift and Valentine week are the key factor to express their Love. And when it comes to marry, the don't choose the same mate.

Why does it need a Girlfriend, when everything can be made with wife? Is this because it is your swag? No. This is because you can't wait till the time. You can't wait for your Wife/Husband's entry in your life. Till the time, you need a toy to play with for your enjoyment and entertainment. And yes, I'm proud to say I'm single. Because I can wait for my wife.

You have some rights. One of them also this is that it's your choice to accept it or not. I was looking for a world where people could understand me and accept me for what I am, without question. Because I believe in the fact. If someone say I don't have pen, I accept it and look for a solution, if he is in need. I don't ask him Why doesn't he have pen. We are not same. When I have to share something, I find blog to share or note it in my diary. I don't always need a friend to share things with. And, I'm blessed with the smart friends who give me solution related to life problems.

Yet, I'm in search of my own world, where everyone can be understood. If someone makes mistakes, don't repeat Why again and again. I'm not saying that you stop your Time Pass. What I want to say is that don't ask my Why am I single again and again. You carry on with your Time Pass and do accept that someone in this world, in this century can be single. Because yes, I am waiting for the one, I don't know. Don't judge me with my quotes, notes and poems. None of them is based on my personal experience.

Sometimes I feel, telling people that I am single has same effect like you are riding bicycle on a slope and pedaling in reverse, without applying brakes. For me, Love should be a solid state of matter, so that I could have it in atomic mass, if not in Kilo.

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No Substitute of Girls in

गाने में, बजाने में, सजने और सजाने में,

मिलजुलकर बनाने में, खाने और खिलाने में,

जलाने में, समझाने में, अपनी बात मनवाने में,

इतराने में, भाव खाने में, घंटों इंतज़ार करवाने में,

बहाने में, फुसलाने में, रूठने में और मनाने में,

मुस्कुराने में, खिलखिलाने में, बन्दों को पिघलाने में,

छिपाने में, बताने में, प्यार लुटाने और बचाने में,

बन्दों को Just Friend या भाई का tag चिपकाने में,

Home Work करके आने में या किसी और से करवाने में,

और अगले दिन Class में Home Work याद दिलाने में,

आंसू दिखाने में, ज़िद पर अड़ जाने में और कसमें खाने में,

और कभी तुम्हारे Frustration/Tension तुम्हारे साथ भुलाने में,

When I'm passed..

My expectations, what I want...

When I'm passed..

This is not a suicide note. I wanna make you know about my life time commitment, that is:-

"My passing away of life, mean my death will not be a case of mercy killing in any situation. I'll not be depressed at that level that make me commit suicide. I'll never be depressed at a level that kills me internally. I've a habit to share everything with someone without let it matter it is a known or unknown living person in my life, social media or a non-living object like my diary and all that. My going will never be like I've quit the battle with my life."

'When I'm passed' is my expectation note. In this note, I'm gonna tell you what I expect from you when I pass past your house. I want to make it clear that this is all about my walking journey expectations. If a day in future, I walk through your house, what I would like to see your smiling face, rather than surprised.

Hey wait. I know this is over going. As always, every story has a beginning. Let also this story has a. Let me tell you how an online gaming platform can change your life. Yup, what's new here, you may have this thought. I know this is not new. There are many who have been changed. I know this is all repeated sentences that I have a different story. This line may not convince you to read this entire note. But this is not just a note. These are feelings. All, that is written here, is not that all, we feel. But this is just an attempt, to make you feel the same way, as much as possible.

It was a random match. We matched on a gaming platform. Seeing that my opponent is a female player, I just felt myself very lucky. My feeling lucky was also because her mic (microphone) was enabled. Mean we could talk to each other. But, from my side, mic was still disabled. What I did, benefiting from this opportunity, was just sent her a friend request. The game was finally over. I did not take it seriously. Even, I had sent her request because I was taking it very likely, and in a flirty way. I don't remember who had won that game.

Love, which starts with hate, lasts longer. Because when it starts normally, both tell some lies to create an impression. They change their likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorites, most loved, past, present and even future plannings are modified than the real. They arrange their thoughts and try to adjust themselves in the others life. It is always called misunderstanding. When the misunderstanding is clear, they are no more partners. Let me clear this concept with an example.

Suppose there is a boy named Rakesh, meets a girl named Neha. What conversation they may have, if they meet at a place, is:-

-Hi, I'm Rakesh.

-Oh, hi. It's Neha.

-You look very gorgeous in this red.

-Oh, thank you. By the way red is my favorite.

-Same here. I also love red. Normally boys likes blue or navy blue. But I like red. (But in real, he likes navy blue. He tells her that he likes red, just to create an impression.)

-That's great. Actually I have most of my tik-tok videos in red dress.

-Mean you are a tik-toker?

-Yes. Why? Don't you like them? Then you must be liking that CarryMinati. Right?

-Can I have my explanation? I like tik-tokers. CarryMinati is ok. But his language is not so cool to listen to him. Even roasting has a limitation what words you should use. (But in real, he is a subscriber of CarryMinati and Ajay Nagar channel.)

-You're right. These people are shame in society.

-But cringe content makers are same. And I heard that NDA Government is going to ban tik-tok.

-Ya man. Also I heard the news. This is so embarrassing. One side, China is changing maps, but the other side, India is banning apps.

-This can be a digital strike. I love Modi Ji.

-I love him too. (But somewhere in her heart, Rahul Gandhi is her crush.) But digital strike is not going to work.

-Why?

-People are very socialized. NDA is making some tik-tok dedicated people Jobless. While is will be a great opportunity for memers. I hate memes.

-When memes are intended to criticize and hurt someone, I hate. But when it is subject to give your day a goosebumps, I like it. (Reality is that also he is a memer.)

All I want to prove through this conversation is that, when love starts normally, it is full of lies. At first, both try to fit in the others likes and dislikes. But later, when they know each other, it create the reasons for fights between them. Because these lies create misunderstandings. And misunderstanding has no replacement.

Being nice is OK. But pretending to be nice is not OK. Those, you want to prove yourself good in the eyes of whose, have to accept you the way you are. If you don't like Tik-Tok, they dare to say it. If you don't like MODI JI, dare to say this to your partner.

In future, your not daring to saying the real thing to your partner can harm your relationship, and so your life. If you don't like his/her joke, don't give him/her a fake smile. Just dare to say that was a lame joke. This is that simple. And this happens when LOVE starts with hate.

To prove that your opponent is wrong at a topic, you put your own opinion over around the point. If Banning TIK-TOK is not cool, but your opponent thinks it a nice step by the Current Government, you put your opinion how and why this is not good. And the other side, your opponent also puts his/her own opinion how and why this is good. And here you come to know each other, their real likes and dislikes, their thoughts, their opinions, their habits as well as their hobbies. Also, you come to know their goals and their wills, as well as their way towards their goals.

The same thing had happened with me. I know the credits should be gone to the real character of this story. But he himself had told me not to give him any credit. He told me to write this story with two anonymous characters. But giving a name is easy to make readers understand what the story is about, and where the story is going. As I have already told you, that every story has a beginning. But I am not saying every story has an end. Because sometimes you are not alive to see the story's end. I don't know whether my story has an end. But lets start it.

I've already mentioned in fourth paragraph, that it was a random match on an online gaming platform. I, after the game, sent her a friend request. I was taking it very likely and flirty. But, my request got approved very soon. I thought it was a fake id. Because, genuinely girls don't accept friend requests. I have many years experience on Hike and Facebook. My tuition mate, as well as my college crush, have not approved my friend requests as yet. I don't remember who texted first. The chat history has been deleted after I first time uninstalled the application.

She belongs to Muslim Community. Her religion is different. And this was the major reason for our chatting fights. I was told by my friends that Muslims are not made for India. They should not be here. I was proven wrong after a time. But that time, I was firm at the concept. I had won the fights with her so many times, proving that Hinduism is the oldest, the best and strong, which is true. I have made her feel down on the name of Pakistan. I remember one incident while chatting.

-"Who had created the universe?", I asked her.

-"Muhammad Sahab of course.", she replied.

-"When was your Muhammad Sahab in existance?", I asked.

-"I don't remember."

-"Then do remember. I'm telling you. Muhammad Sahab came in existance 610 C.E. And he manipulated some people saying that he is sent by God."

-"Excuse me, that was not a manipulation."

-"OK. Means God was in existence before your so called Muhammad Sahab?"

-"I don't know what is the story behind this."

-"Make google do it no. But, our religion has not a date. We don't remember how old we are. After Shree Krishna died and Kalyug arrived, there has been so many years. You must be knowing the story of Raja Parikshit, the Grandson of Pandavas. Do you?"

-"I have heard this story a little."

-"Now imagine. We don't remember how many years have passed in Kalyug. And the entire Dwapar Yuga, when Lord Krishna was born, Treta Yug, when Rama was born and Satyug are still there in our Hinduism. Can you imagine how old we are?"

-"So, what do you want to prove?"

-"Do I need to tell what I am trying to prove?"

The conversation continued. But I want to prove that when love starts with hate, we better know the thoughts of your opponent or partner. And this is why when love starts with hate, it lasts longer. But, the condition is the conversation don't end. It must continue. And then, when both fall in Love, it becomes an Unconditional Love. Many, who say to be in Love, don't understand the meaning of Unconditional Love.

According the me, if you want to understand anything, you should experience that, or need an experienced guide who can make you understand the whole concept around the thing.

Perhaps we are going away of the topic. I wish, when I shall be passing through your house, you see me standing at your balcony, with the sip of coffee. You don't get surprised. You just remember our old days, conversations, sharing moments, sharing stories, coming online after every message notification sound, being disappointed after not getting the message from me, being angry at my ignorance, burst into laughing over my lame jokes, sharing memes, sharing emotional video statuses, sharing everyday routine, sharing every little twists, sharing times, sharing tears, expecting from me that I would support you in your stupid steps and actions.

Really, things have been changed. Our story has no beginning, and no ending as well. Our story is like a beautiful dream. We don't remember the starting, and don't see the ending. We just know, feel, enjoy and remember the middle part of our dream, and so our story is.

In my next note, I'll try to remember the beginning, try to give it the same twists, we had, and will to complete it to re-memorize everything, we had in the past. But till then, I wish my God to make you strong. I wish, you stay safe, solid and don't melt over trifles.

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वो ज़िंदगी कितनी प्यारी थी, जाने क्यों हमसे रूठ गयी,
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जब नींद खुली तुमको देखा, बाकी के चेहरे मिट गए,

तुम ख़्वाब, खयाल से सुंदर थी, तुम सरल, सहज तुम निःछल थी,
भले आज-अभी तुम मिली मुझे, पर मेरे लिया तुम ही कल थी,

मेरी कल तक की अंधियारी थी, मेरी आज की सुबह सुहानी थी,
मेरे आने वाले कल के लिए, तुम ईश्वर की कोई मेहरबानी थी,

मेरी सूरज थी जगने की वजह, सोने के लिए तुम सपना थी,
मेरी कल्पना जहां पर होती खतम, उससे भी अच्छी रचना थी,

तुम्हारे घर की तरफ मेरी खिड़की के, दरवाजे खुला ही रखता था,
तुम खिड़की पर जुल्फ़ लहराती, मैं हल्के से फुंका भी करता था,

तुम जब भी योगा करती थी, मुझे साँसे महसूस तेरी होती थी,
मेरा भी मन नहीं लगता था, जब भी तुम हल्की भी रोती थी,

School के लिए मुझको लेने, जब भी मेरे घर आती थी,
मैं जान कर देरी करता था, जब भी तुम मुझे बुलाती थी,

जब class room में पास-पास, teacher हमें नहीं बिठाते थे,
तो छुट्टी में अपनी Cycle को, puncture ही हमेशा पाते थे,

कभी class bunk करके भी मैं, जब आम तोड़ने जाता था,
मेहनत से एकाध जो मिलता था, तेरे लिए बचा कर लाता था,

मेरा पढ़ना-लिखना तेरे लिए, मेरी Notebook से मेरी Diary तक,
मेरी Drawing, कविता, कहानी भी, मेरे भाषण से मेरी शायरी तक,

मेरे teacher मुझे समझते थे, मैं नालायक था, मैं बेहूदा था,
वो नहीं जानते तेरे कसम पर मैं, school के छत से कूदा था,

किसी Flag march, किसी Rally मैं, तेरे पीछे ही मैं रहता था,
तेरे कदम से लेकर Slogan तक, मैं तुझको Follow करता था,

जब teacher तुमसे पुछते, खुद को Future Doctor बताती थी,
तब हौले से मेरे दिल में कहीं, मरीजों वाली feeling आती थी,

अंताक्षरी में तेरा Sad song, पंद्रह अगस्त को देशभक्ति गाने,
हर शनिवार को गणेश वंदना, क्यों सुनते थे, तू क्या जाने,

तेरे मोहल्ले में जब भी हरीकीर्तन हो, मैं घंटों झाल बजाता था,
माता की चौकी अपने घर, मैं बस तेरे लिए ही रखवाता था,

जब कभी हमारा आमना-सामना, school के खेलो में होता,
मैं हार के खुश था तुम जीती, मैं जीत के भी खुश था मैं जीता,

तेरे संग यूं ही भींग जाने की, उतनी ही होती है ख़्वाहिश,
School के रस्ते में कभी जैसे, हो जाती थी हल्की बारिश,

पर आज तो तुम कुछ और ही हो, कुछ और ही है तेरी बातें,
मेरे याद दिलाने से भी तुझे, नहीं याद आएंगी वो यादें,

वो वादें मिलते रहने की, वो सपने बनाने का हमसफर,
सब तोड़ देता एक झटके में, मम्मी/पापा का transfer,

तुम वसंत सी फैली हरियाली, और मैं पतझड़ सा सूनापन,
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