I am forgetting
my own face.

Maybe, because
I removed
all the mirrors
from my life.

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Trying to forget someone is like cleaning the blackboard with a damp piece of cloth:
traces of them appear again after a while.

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Today, in my hometown, I went to meet an uncle, a dear college friend of my father, whose wife passed away in March. Aunty was in perfect health one morning of early March but got a massive heart attack in the evening and succumbed. Both uncle & aunty were renowned doctors and none of us expected death to arrive like this, so abruptly, without an alarm. Uncle was the most talkative, fun and gregarious among all our family friends but today the one I saw was a complete stranger. A broken man.

His grills were locked with chains to pretend he’s not inside and shun off guests. Worried for him, we kept on pressing the call bell for a long time. He didn’t pick his calls and it was only after his daughter, my Rakhi sister, who lives in Bengaluru called him that he opened the door. He looked bedraggled, as if crying, living alone in that large 3BHK, carefully designed and decorated by aunty with every object handpicked to her taste. He now has only two fish in an aquarium for company, whom he doesn’t want to leave. When my father asked him how he was doing, he said something deeply moving, something strangely unforgettable, “I’m practising forgetting. Soon, I will forget myself too.”

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Life is all about
forgetting and forgiving;
moving on and letting go.

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Snippet:

I kick the floor
and etch your face in the dust
rolling down in
your freckled echoes,
knowing you'd ache there
where my skin would touch
your resonating whispers
stuck in between your lips,
the ones that hurt in void;



(Full Piece in the Caption)

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14 Feb. Black Day Never Forgetting

जिस्म कि गुफ्तगू होती रही रात
भर और किसी को कुछ एहसास
तक भी नहीं हुए कि ये दिन ऐसे,
होने वाले हैं आज black day
के रूप जहां बॉर्डर पर हमारे शहीद
जवानों ने अपने लहुओं को न्योछावर,
करके अपनी जान कि बलिदान कर
दिए इन शहीद जवानों को दिल से,
भावपूर्ण श्रद्धांजलि Mr. king कि
अल्फाजों से और जज्बातों से,
Grand solutes
हैं...👏👏👏...♥️🖤♥️

🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳 जai हीind 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

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It's been so long
since that last
- touch -
I've forgotten
I've once felt.
On frozen stone
no moss has grown;
touch me
and I'll melt.

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Aaj bhi h koshish kar rha hu tujhe bhulane ki
Saath hi intejaare tere laut aane ka hai
Kya hi batau kya se kya ho gya hu mein
Tu kyu aayi meri jindagi me pachtawa isi baat ka h

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