Aisi nazar se dekha us zaalim ne chowk par… humn…

Aisi nazar se dekha us zaalim ne chowk par…
humne kaleja rakh diya chaaku ki nok par…

….meri angdaai na toote tu aaja…

Love the feeling of being in love
…constantly.
(Yes, Mom. It feels great. I know. )

Love how one person seems like the world for a moment. Love how no one else comes even close…hasn’t come even close…for more than three years now. Love how it just doesn’t seem like three years.

“Three years?? Really?!! It’s been that long?”

“Three years? It’s just been three years?”

Love how three years sometimes seems like such a long time, but it feels like much lesser.

Love the feeling of getting to know someone. Everyday. More and more.

The biggest lie you ever told,
your deepest fear about growing old,
the longest night you ever spent,
the angriest letter you never sent,
the boy you swore you’d never leave,
the one you kissed on New Year’s Eve,
the sweetest dream you had last night
your darkest hour, your hardest fight…

….The saddest song you ever heard,
the most you said with just one word,
the loneliest prayer you ever prayed,
the truest vow you ever made,
what makes you laugh, what makes you cry,
what makes you mad, what gets you by,
your highest high, your lowest low – these things I want to know….

I feel happy. Constantly.
…Well, almost.