5 AM in the morning and I'm sitting out in the open watching the sky. The mosquitoes are trying to have a feast on me but then there's not much they are getting for my veins don't circulate blood anymore.
Everytime you kissed my neck and ingrained your teeth on it, you sucked some blood and replaced it with yourself. My heart beats your name for it doesn't have any option of beating like a regular one.
Being the first customer of chai at a thadi nearby, I realize morning is what is meant for people like us. Maybe to wake up early and witness it or maybe to not sleep at all and witness it all together, hand in hand, lips in lips, your sun gazing at my moon.
Like you've always wanted, "Ye Tumhari Meri Baatein Hamesha Yun Hi Chalti Rahein" "Pashmina Dhaagon Ke Sang".
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