Writers Jam

Dear love,

    It’s lovely to be here where i can talk to a ghost of you. Doesn’t exist.


I daydream about you today.

You were looking like a star. Not a movie one. But an actual star. Full of life. Full of fun. We both were fighting- a healthy banter i should say. You were sulking like a baby walking behind me while holding my end of my dupatta as if i might vanish into thin air in front of your eyes if you left me even for a milli seconds. Suddenly i met some people on the way. They saw you behind me- head bowing fingers fidgeting around the lace of my dupatta. They asked who were you. To which i said while facing you, ‘Ab btaye ke aap kon hai humare? Etni khidmat toh kr hi skte hai aap.’ Using Urdu words in between was our love language. It will forever be. You gave me those puppy eyes and said ‘Hum aapke hai. Aapke hone vale shohar hai. Etni jldi bhool gye aap?’ I laughed in disbelief though i felt the warmth of love suddenly tackled my heart like early October sun does. But maintaining the playful composure i said, ‘ humse baat krne ki fursat toh hai nhi aapke pass aur shaade krenge aap humse! Dhyan se sahib, warna ek taraf apka dil hoga aur dusari traf humare abba ki bandook’.

Just as i said these words- i suddenly came out of the trance i was in. A world of with you. Even though i have never saw you before. And this horror of your snippets keeps me awake all day and night. Taking no time or effort to just get off my mind and heart. It crawls into my brain without me knowing when and how and crawls out when i feel a slight sense of safety.