When Kabir Met Rahul! #KabirSingh

Love, heals or hurts?

And the clouds decided to pour themselves after their endless waddling. The already gloomy sky now turned alot more dark as the shining moon was enshrouded by the notorious clouds. These formless clouds fail to understand that how prominent the moon is for all those craving for Love.

Among the many who had found and then painfully lost this despicable love were two craftsmen. One who crafted and healed others physically, and the other who cured people emotionally.

Doctor Kabir Singh, lay motionless as the waves continued to crash onto the sand and retreat back, only to come back again. What managed to grab his attention  was the distinguished clinking sound of payal in the hand of the famous singer Rahul. Even in the burbling of waves and the faint pitter- patter he could hear Rahul 's pain laden voice.

"Milne Hai Mujhse Aayi
Phir Jaane Kyun Tanhaai
Kis Mod Pe Hai Laayi Aashiqui!"

Stumbling he fell down making Kabir tend to him. Well, two drunk people, hurt in love, together! Destiny is too much to handle.

Tujhe bhi? Kabir asks trying to keep his eyes open.

Pyaar?
Rahul guesses with a sad smile.

Both try to hi-five each other but fail miserably. With a great difficulty Rahul takes a seat beside Kabir who had his eyes fixed on the waves.

"Lehrein! Dikh rha hai kaise manzil tak pahunchkar use chu kar wapis mud jaati hain"

Rahul lisped while his hands tries to form some incoherent patterns in the chilling air.

He turns around to witness Kabir simper while he tried to hold back the tears in his  debilitate eyes. Nevertheless, words seemed to slip out, " Lehrein, kitni baar nakamyaab hoti hain, har baar harti hain, lekin har baar wapis aati hain, shayad ek ummeed hai unhe ki aaj nahi to kal, manzil mil hi jayegi."

        

"Pyaar mai dard zaroori hai kya?"  Rahul catechized, making Kabir ponder at the mess the feeling of 'love' creates in life. Thinking that how varied and multi-faceted this damn love is.

For Rahul, love meant letting go and for him, it meant to never give up on the same love.
Both of them were contrastingly opposite yet connected by two things; both being drunkards carrying a torturing pain in their parched heart, craving for the rain to bring a little shower of Love to soothe them.

Kabir couldn't help but experience a migraine in his head and a stabbing pain in his throbbing heart.
Who was right?

Maybe they both were.
And how could he decipher  love? The boundless and invisible emotion.
It's not the fault of love, because it's an elixir, pure and healing. The fault is in those pitiful souls who fail to understand love.

Competing his little thesis on love, Dr Kabir moved his sight away from the waves only to witness an asleep Rahul.
Smiling he hums before making himself comfortable on the soft sand,
"Aa zmaane aazama le roothta nahi
Faaslon se hausla yeh toot’ta nahi"

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That's exactly 500 words! Pheww.🌬️
I don't know if it's okay or not. But I tried my best!🤷
And yes if anyone here needs translations then I'll put up another part which will be  completely english. 😋
Bye bye!