The Claustrophobic echoes

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Kuch to hai darmiyaan..

Kuch ehsaas kabhi awaaz nahi maangte. Woh bas dheere se zindagi ka hissa ban jaate hain jaise kisi purani kitaab ke safhon mein ek phool sookh toh jaata hai, par uski khushboo reh jaati hai. Tu bhi shayad waise hi mili thi. Na pehli nazar ka ishq tha, na kisi kahani jaisa junoon. Bas itna hua ke teri maujoodgi ne mere din ka lehja badal diya. Pehle mujhe lagta tha, insaan sirf lafzon se kareeb aate hain. Phir tu mili, aur samajh aaya ke kuch log khamoshiyon mein bhi apni jagah bana lete hain. Ajeeb baat hai… main tujhe har waqt yaad nahi karta, par koi bhi lamha poora nahi lagta jab usmein tera koi hissa na ho. Kabhi teri hansi, kabhi tera “khayal rakhna”, kabhi bina wajah ki koi baat… pata hi nahi chala yeh sab yaadein kab meri aadat nahi, meri fitrat ban gayi. Mujhe aaj bhi nahi pata ke humare beech rishta kya hai. Shayad zaroori bhi nahi. Har ehsaas ko naam mil jaaye, toh uski gehraai thodi kam ho jaati hai. Main bas itna jaanta hoon ja...

Adhuri si hasratein, aur ye mehenge mehenge khwab..!.

Tera meri Zindagi me aana koi ittefaq nahi tha, tu meri zindagi mein kisi toofan ki tarah nahi aayi thi, balki dheere se girti hui baarishon ki tarah, jo shor nahi karti par mitti ki khushboo badal deti hai,aur shayad isi liye tera asar itna gehra hai… Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai tu meri zindagi ka woh hissa hai jise kismet ne likha toh tha, par poora likhne ki himmat nahi ki, jaise kahani shuru hui ho gehraai se, lekin anjaam par aakar qalam ki syahi ruk gaya ho… Tu samajhti bhi hai ya nahi, ke jab tu bas ek chhota sa message bhej deti hai, toh meri poori raat ka lehza badal jaata hai,warna main toh kab ka aadat daal chuka tha andheron aur khamoshiyon ke saath sulah karne ki… Kabhi kabhi tera bas “theek ho?” pooch lena mere liye kisi dua se kam nahi lagta, jaise is bheed bhari duniya mein kisi ne meri thakaan ko pehchaan kar us par halka sa marham rakh diya ho ,aur yeh ehsaas main bhool nahi pata... Teri hansi mein jo roshni hai na, woh seedha dil ke us kone tak p...

Love between stations

The 8:23 Churchgate local was always the same— a blur of elbows, earphones, and tired eyes. But that morning, something shifted in the hum of the train. Aditya boarded from Borivali, clutching his backpack like every other day. The metal floor trembled beneath his shoes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and half-finished dreams. He found a spot near the door—his daily seat, though it was only space. At Andheri, she entered. Meera. Her dupatta brushed against his arm like a whisper of sea breeze sneaking into the compartments. She looked ordinary-hair tied loosely, earphones tangled like poetry in motion. But her eyes carried something different: the quiet kind of strength that comes from knowing Mumbai too well—its rush, its rain, its heartbreaks. Every day after that, it became a rhythm. Aditya at Borivali. Meera at Andheri. A shared journey till Dadar. Sometimes, their eyes met in the reflection of the window—two faces layered over the passing skyline. Sometim...

15 years of almost...

15 years back, we were young then, with laughter that filled our skies, no weight of the world, no need for disguise. We skipped through hours as if time would bend, and I believed our story had no end. Do you recall the rain, when we both ran barefoot, your hair dripping wet, your eyes absolute? The world spun in chaos, yet you made it still, like silence obeying a higher will. Evenings blurred in cafés, with cups half-sipped, conversations so endless, and hours just slipped. The sparkle of festivals, celebrations aglow, but your smile was brighter than any I know. We argued like children, then laughed till we cried, you softened my edges, I lost all my pride. In crowded corridors, your glance found mine, and in that moment everything else felt divine. But life pulled us apart, with threads we couldn’t weave, what we wanted to hold, we had to leave. Years rolled like thunder, yet one truth stayed, that memories of you did never really fade. I’ve held hands, ...

Healing? No, am Just Redecorating...

So I was just minding my business, doing normal human things like overthinking and pretending my pillow is fine while my head is on it… You often just ask how are you, so i would like to respond Work’s been… work. Colleagues are still chaotic. I’ve been going out more. Trying new things. Like, I went to skate last week, tried my hands on poetry, drawings. It’s funny, though… I keep catching myself wanting to tell you stuff. Like I’ll see something, laugh, and instinctively think, 'I gotta send this to her'. Still save unheard songs and posts , and mentally Forward Memes to You, BTW" And then I remember… That’s not an easy thing anymore. But hey, don’t worry—I’m not sitting around being sad or anything. I’ve just got, like… Everything’s fine, just kind of… buffering sometimes When in metro I see a couple laughing in that annoying way—like you and I used to during our college times and boom. There you were, in my head again, being all loud without sayin...

अधूरी सी मुलाक़ातें...

कहते हैं, मुलाक़ात वो नहीं होती जो वक़्त पर हो, जो तयशुदा घंटों में दस्तक दे, और चाय ठंडी हो जाने से पहले ख़त्म हो जाए। ...