Armaan:Aapki palkon me
khwaab sajaye koi,
Aapki Aankho me
sapne de jaye koi.
Lekin us din na
bhool jana hume,
Jis din humse
achcha mil jaye
koi......
the words stabbed at her love-soaked heart.
how could he be so indifferent at the same time that
he expresses love? how very much like a guy
of the world! how very much so!! to know the
ways of life and not be sorry for it...no rebellion
in him to question it...meek acceptance. then why
tell at all? why didn't he keep his fingers tight shut?
what is the use? just romanticism for gone years?
old fears returned. fear of not ever been loved by
him.just a face n the memory of that, raising its
sweetness in the boredom of cut-throat court-life.
fondness for old infatuation..and if it was something
else? if he sends this specific message to every other
woman he feels romantic about? or has a certain fondness
for?so that he can be into relationships without giving
them the scope for any claims whatsoever? like
'just a good friend of mine', not more that that?
in the olden days, he had said that when questioned by
a classmate who was probably sweet on Anna....she
remembers this particular message was sent to her in
the initial days of their message-friendship. why this repetition?
perhaps he can't keep track of the messages he sends to
his lady-friends? he would be just as 'friendly' to 'that' female
friend of his too? the night smudged darker on the glasses
of the window, as if reflecting the growing darkness of Anna's own mind......
(to be contd.)
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