50 parts and no chumma chummi. Dam woman you do like to natter don't you?😆
Well hats off writer sahiba on 50 parts of awesome👏
Now coming to the update.
Was it what I expected it to be?
Some of it and some caught be completely off guard: case in point... the Sarah card. You pulled that out from nowhere and usual you rocked it.
Expect the unexpected is what I have learnt from your writing woman.😉
Confessing to oneself is step one to the fact that your heart has tampered with.
Confessing to the concerned party is also part and parcel of being in love
But confessing through your eyes and your actions to a third party that too to your ex, you are in love is the sign of a man who is irredeemable as far as love is concerned. He is a goner and now forever belongs to another woman just as Sarah learnt. For all her words, about being happy for them I felt the faint pinch of her heart when she said the words..like Maan could not love her.
She has moved on of course but somewhere the bare bone of an if only could be seen.
I picturized no song for their dance, but I imagined Joe Crocker's, You are so beautiful... to me,
when he is talking about her to Sarah.
She may not be beautiful to the world with all the awkwardness and her imperfections, but that is what makes her beautiful to him and so the song I thought was just a right fit there.
The space between them that Geet feels is now filled with palpable awareness. She is being drawn into his circle faster and faster. Every action of his resounds inside her heart. Her body is aware of it and soon her heart will follow.
Amir Khusro's words fit beautifully in there😳
Another sher o shayari where I had no clue about the words or the meaning😆
Google mata ki jai ho. But when I read the name of the author I knew who he was😃
My baba had a book called the Four Darvesh, a translated version of a book written by Amir Khusro.
It is a collection of stories, something like Hatim Tai or Arabian Nights.
Adventure and romance.
That was my favorite book from his collection😳
So this time at least I have some idea about the writer of the poem, if not the words themselves😛
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