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Soha
Ro ro ankhiyan suk gaiyan ve
Dil de athro sukde nai
Muk jande ae jeevan
Ishq de pende mukde nai...
Hum dastan apni sunaein
To sunaein kese
Ye dard dil ko
Jo rula rehe hain
Wo bataein kese
The words of song rang through my ears tearing my soul apart.
Every wound of him was still bleeding..... in the wish of being repaired but couldn't.
Dil k zakham bohat deep hoty han.
Koi dekh nahi pata in ko, ye bas mehsos kiye jaty han.
Ye kesa rog mila
Karein ye kis se gila
Koi faryad yahan
Kahein sunta kahan jaein
Haye rabba ve rabba
Jindri kiun hoi sada
Kiun sadein kiun sadein
Haye rabba ve rabba
Sun le tu ye iltija
Iltija....
I wrapped the shawl around my shoulder as the cold wind meet me.
Cold weather...
Cold behaviour...
old thoughts....
Never ending conversations....
And and endless fight of your soul and body...
The fight of brain and heart....
*flashback*
"Bhabi ek dafa meri baat sun lai us k baad ap jo faisla karai gi mujhe manzor ho ga. Just once. " haarib hold my hand and made me stop from running out of orphanage.
I yanked my hand away.
"Kiu sunu mai tumhari baat? Huh!
Because all you have is the sympathy for your friend who is a pathetic person! Jissay itna tak khayal nahi k mai zinda hun ya mar gai?" Tears scrolled down my eye but I didn't care to wipe them.
Ifra came beside haarib and looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Tum ne bhi toh jaane ki koshish nahi ki k WOH zinda hai ya mar gaya...." his words made me look instantly towards him.
His eyes were telling me HIS condition. But I didn't wanted to hear that.... that would make me weak.
So I shook my head as 'no' and started to walk away.
As I turned my back towards him he spoke the words that my heart was dying to hear....
About His condition... About him...
"He have locked up himself in the farmhouse in that particular room where you had planned all the surprise for him. "
I stood there like a statue not turning around not even moving.
"He haven't been meeting anyone...
He have been coughing blood since past week and he isn't ready to be examined by any doctor.
He always says 'maine to apni doctor biwi ko hi apne hatho se moat k muu mai dhakel dia tha... ab bhala itna zalim insan kisi bhi elaj k qabil hai kia?"
I pinched closed my eyes as never-ending tears keep running over my cheeks.
" He have just locked in there with lots of cigarettes ,the memories of yours and just illusion of you being there with him. "
"Soha! We are not asking you to forgive him or be with him again.... but for the sake of humanity...
Ek dafa mil le Sheharyar se... not as a wife or friend. But as a patient and a doctor. " this was ifra who placed her hand over my shoulder.
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Zindagi Ka Safar ( The Journey Of Life)
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