Roadless walks, water with shrinking thoughts, and a cup of coffee, I was falling short of something I must call in a nutshell - 'self'. Ab bas baithe, kuch shabd likhe aur unhe dekhti rahi. Doorse hawa tezi se meri owr badhi. Khule aasman se taare kuch pooch rahe the. Hum kuch waqt sawaal jawaab karne lage. Khushi se wo bhi tim tim karne lage. Kuch baadal taaron ke saath baith gaye. Sab baatien garm si hone lagi. Tab darwaza main chaabi lagne ki aawaz ayi. ...Aur kuch, jo hum na keh sake, jo shabd likhkar kagaz par reh gaye ...Wo ek kadam se hum the, wo ek kadam se tum the ...Par aaj na kuch kehna, aur na kuch sunna hai ...Akhon main saari raat jayegi
My way of giving it back to my ego