One Day

One day you will find me..
In an old book clipped with notes and sentences highlighted in yellow placed in the corner shelf of the bookstore.
In a stained coffee smelling notebook in an old library.
In the coloured shells that touch your feet in the sea.
Perhaps in a crowded street your shoulders will brush against mine.
Perhaps in the train when your eyes meet mine.

One day you will find me,
Perhaps in the untold stories where our fates are aligned.

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I wonder why they don’t have a word to describe the feeling when you pack up your bags and leave home..

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“For you, a thousand times over.”
Khaled Hosseini



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Being an independently owned and operated entity isn’t good for the economy, or is it?

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A Good Smelling Man is not a Myth after all!

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क़ुर्बत के लम्हे यूं तो कई बार आए
पर कभी आशऩा न मिला तो कभी उन्स।

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Hot chocolate
Old books
Sound of rain
Slow kisses
Old cafe
Roasted coffee bean smelling candles
Handwritten letters

This little world of mine became insignificant the moment you smiled.

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Dear 2024,

It’s time for the customary annual letter. Honestly, you have exhausted me so much that I don’t even want to write you a letter. What a bumpy roller coaster ride!

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मैं आँखें पढ़ूँ
तू पढ़ अपनी किताब
कभी मेरी पलके झपकी
तो तू एक पन्ना पलट ले
कभी फुर्सत मिले इन किताबों से
तो मिलाना एक नज़र मुझसे भी |

मैं आँखें पढ़ूँ
तू भी कभी पढ़ ले मेरी आँखों वाली किताब।

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Just Another Sunday Evening

It was yet another Sunday evening and we walked aimlessly on the busy street. You held my hand and jumped with excitement. “let’s have waffles!” I saw the twinkle in your eyes and childlike smile and I wanted to have waffles right away for that smile of yours.

Waffle wasn’t my thing. I had once tasted it couple of years back when I took a bite from a kid’s plate. I knew it wasn’t my thing. But then on that Sunday evening I knew it could be my thing. As we sat waiting for our order I wanted to capture that moment and I clicked a horrible picture of us.

Today I walked by the waffles store alone. There were waffles, me and memories. That horrible photo of us stared at me, it was perfect in its imperfection. I missed your smile and twinkling eyes.

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