08.03.2000
I saw you on a blank road, stamped by someone's feet. You were staring right at me, helpless. I stared back and hurriedly shoved you inside my purse.
we met, without meeting.
08.03.2018
18 years passed, all that has changed is I carried you from the streets of Dalal road to my vanity box. You lie there calmly next to my parents and kajal . Each guy who ever visited our Kotha had always asked about you.
We lived through time, yet without meeting.
Will the world ever talk about you and me? About us?
I wish to be beside you, maybe beside your photo.
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