आज सुबह से हल्की हल्की फुहारें पड़ रही थी।बारिश के मौसम में चाय और पकौड़ी का आनंद ही अलग होता है।

Love is blind. Is this phrase true Love is blind?

Love is illogical. How can Love just exist? What is this mystery?

I wake up having seen this magnificent dream as if you are still in my arms, your fragrance still in my hands, your face still in my eyes. Was it all real or just an illusion?

I get down at the India Gate and find you standing outside your car. I knew India Gate was your favourite ever since college. I wondered why were you so addicted, and why would you always roam about here. You look happy from afar. I want to just keep looking at you.

I listen to you, I am speechless. I listen and I can’t respond. I always wondered how would I say,…

ये बहती हुई सर्द हवाओं की साज़िश है,
तेरी बाँहों में आने की गुज़ारिश है।

I see a handsome young man seated across, looking at his phone, texting someone and smiling. I look at his pretty face, his strong built shoulders and soft hands. A very soft person and gentle. He is wearing comfortable but crisp clothes. An expensive watch. Greeting the waiter courteously, very smart person.

न तुम हो, न मैं हूँ। फिर कैसी ये चाहतें है।
तेरे न होने की कैसी ये शिकायतें हैं।

You remember small details about me and I think we are getting where I always wanted us to be, to be something more. I feel happy by your little texts and gestures. You say you tend to forget things but you remember all things about me. Or is it just a coincidence?

I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.