As a flashy Red car dragged into the hustly lanes of the city at the crisp of dusk, the warmth of “home” didn’t touch the teary eyed driver. She didn’t notice the shops lining the streets, the porches, the tall apartment houses, or the curvy streets. Her favourite garden didn’t catch her eye that day. Her love for food didn’t make her stop at Nancy’s that day. She’d heard them say, “home is where the heart is.”
But, where then, do broken hearts go?
The soothing music oozing off the boombox in the car captured her attention:
Tere Jaane Ka Gam
Aur Na Aane Ka Gam
Phir Zamaane Ka Gam
Kya Karein?
Her mind wandered to what would have changed if they’d stayed back and held on to what they thought they had. The city’s familiar streets remained a stranger this time. The perfectly warm evening Sun had begun to set. Bringing in a sense of awareness. The day was ending. A chapter was ending. The closing in of a new day. But the colourful sky also brought about a wish. A wish to capture the moment. A wish to search for lost time.
Raah Dekhe Nazar
Raat Bhar Jaag Kar
Par Teri To Khabar Na Mile.
After 12 months something went amiss and was supposed to stick back perfectly. It rained the last time she saw you. It is raining today. And each drop of rain, specifically in this corner of your city reminds her of that last time. Did she know it was the last time though?
A year ago her face used to glow with colours at the slightest possible sight of you. A year later, who knew there’d just be tears in her eyes. Her favourite city turned itself into a stranger. Or maybe it was just that person who defined the city for her. Her mind wandered, as the singer crooned on.
Bahot Aayi Gayi Yaadein
Magar Iss Baar Tum hi Aana
She’s angry, she’s sad, she’s lost, she is confused and her heart is looking for answers. In this temporary world, her soul seeks for you, her person.
Iraade Fir Se Jaane Ke Nahi Laana
Tum Hi Aana.
Aagayi.
If you are in the city, wouldn’t she be the first one you’d visit? After all these years, wouldn’t your eyes look for her’s like her’s look for yours today? Maybe this city is all you had. Both of you left. Now you have nowhere to call yours.
Some hope, a few lingering questions, a million things to say, one single wish:
Tum Aaoge Mujhe Milne
Khabar Ye Bhi Tum Hi Laana.
Bahot Aayi Gayi Yaadein
Magar Is Baar Tu Hi Aana.
Aajana.
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