Pichhle kal tum phir se wahi purani meri Monks lag rahi thi. tera mere kandhe par or God me sar rakh kar sona aaj bahoot yad aa raha hai. Tere hathon me kal k jaisi massage kash main zindagi bhar kar sakta, jab jab tu taklif me hoti. Tu fir se mili, or fir se bichhad gayi. Ek or pyari si yad mere-tere yadon ke khazane me jud gayi, kabhi na bhulne k liye, main thoda sa or ameer ho gaya. Hum pahle bhi kayi bar to aaye hain sath-sath apne apne ghar ke liye, fark sirf itna tha k pahle tu hamesha mujh se bichhadte huye udas ho jaya karti thi, par Is bar tu udas nahi thi. Chor pakdi gayi na!!! Par kal main apne mental conflicts se kahin door bas tere sath tha.
Or ek aaj ka din hai, kitna udas. Sometimes past makes present beautiful, somtimes makes unhappy, alone & sad.
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