i didnt want much
i wanted to show you how clouds fall on margalla
how the winter sun feels in gol market
how the gajray wala smiled at me w i told him “jisko dena hai wo idr hai nahi abhi”
i didn’t want much
i wanted you to see how i look at you when you’re not looking at me
if you’ve ever lived in rwp, you know that rwp saddar is a vibe in winter evenings. there would be a stall of yakhni at a corner, prayer calls, a young couple having chaat at a stall, and people with stories behind benign actions.
i still wear hoodies in march when summer is alr here,
for the love of winters, im not ready to accept it’s already over
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i want to hold onto last shreds of connection that i have with what i love
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my friend once told me, “im not good at goodbyes”
“jub hum kisi rishte se thak jatay hain na, tw humein usmein sirf khamyan nazar ane lag jati hain”
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this explains why a generation of limited attention span cannot hold on to people
you get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll also miss the person you are rn at this time and place because you’ll never be this way ever again.
People must never become strangers.
What if i want to show you a pup that i know you’ll love?
What if there’s a view on ig that i really want to show you?
What if there’s a random poetic verse that i want you to read?
Being strangers doesn’t make any sense
The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.
when you leave a city, you can revisit your memories again
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with people a goodbye is a goodbye with no revisits
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goodbye quetta for now hope to see you in your essence sone day again
there’s smth about the sight of seeing people say goodbye, there’s an uncertainty that prevails b/w them knowing that things w change, eyes dont meet for there are questions to be avoided, he holds himself from looking back. there’s smth about airports isnt it?
Is it all colourful w someone u love. Is suffering a thing of past when you’re with them.”
He stares into a void, pauses and speaks with firmness,”suffering is inevitable. You can never outrun it. That’s not the point of it,