Its been a month, A month of us! A month of our splendid moments. The day I felt that OMG,…

ये कैसी विडंबना है जग की, प्यार उसे मिलता है, जो कदर नहीं करता, जो मरता है किसी पर है वो बेपनाह इश्क़ कर बैठता है, दुनिया की सब रंजिशों से परे, बेहद गहरी मुहब्बत उसे ही होती जिसे कभी अपनी मंज़िल नहीं मिलती।

You are driving peacefully, your eyes on the road, I ask you something and you look at me, I can’t read your eyes, Those lovely eyes. I want to keep looking at you, but I can’t. I feel shy, and I look away. Your pretty face, I want to hold your face in my hands and kiss it all over.

तुमने मेरे अंदर कॉफ़ी शॉप में जाने के लिए दरवाज़ा खोला । तुम्हारी कातिलाना मुस्कान, जो की तुम मुझे बार बार मार रहे थे । बोलते हुए तुम्हारे गालों पर डिंपल पड़ रहे थे , मैं तुम्हे देखकर हैरान थी । ऐसा सुन्दर चेहरा, कैसे कोई नहीं रीझा तुम पर या ये कोई चाल है ?

I am reminded of your face, that darn cute face, with deep brown eyes to die for. I am still infatuated at the first sight of you. Such a delight.

तुम्हारी हाँ सुनने के बाद सातवें आसमान पर था मैं । प्यार हो गया था तुमसे । जानता ही नहीं था ऐसा भी होता है प्यार में, न दिन न रात न सुबह न शाम कुछ नहीं कटता । तुम्हें देखे बिना मैं रह नहीं पाता था । थोड़ी सी भी दूरी सहन नहीं होती थी । हर पल, हर वक़्त बस तेरे संग रहने को तड़पता रहता था । तुम्हारी आवाज़ जैसे मेरा संगीत , कुछ और नहीं सुहाता था । जाने कैसा नशा सा था, बेसब्री , बेहद और बेहताशा इश्क़ ।

To be in love, to be constant, to be someone’s speed dial, to be someone’s fingerprint sensor on their phone, to be their heart, to be their comfort, to be someone’s first thought, to be someone’s last phone call, to be the most important part of their day. Someone to laugh with, someone to cry with, someone to share your day with, someone to grab those midnight dessert cravings with.

She is looking at me and I knew at that moment, she is the one I have always wanted. It was her charm, it was her. I am sure, I have never been so sure about anyone, or anything in my life. I grab her, and she looks at me, kissing on my lips. I savor her defiant mouth!

I see her dancing, her body swaying to the rhythms, her soft hair flowing down her neck to full-bosomed red hoodie, moving to her little face movements, her shoulders doing the enticing dance. Samar holds her and they both are kissing each other.

it’s almost a week later Shrutkirti caught my eye. It was her laugh, her carefree laugh. I haven’t seen someone laugh full of heart. She is wearing a white salwar suit, her hair are tied into this messy ponytail, fringes around her face. She is wearing two layered oxidized antique jewelry in her ear and has black rimmed glasses on. Her nose is pierced where she is wearing a round oxidized nose ring. She stares at her screen as I leave.