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Mirch Masala, 1987
When i look at the wilting rose, I am reminded of my crimson cheeks from the very first time I stole a glance at you. When I look up at the stars, I wonder what patterns the stars made the first time we held hands. When the overhead bridges hush the rain, I think of how fast my heart began pounding against my chest but no one could tell. When I look at the sinking sunset, I am reminded of the day we parted ways. But when I look at the rising sun, I am also reminded of the passion with which we meet again. - Haleema Saadia
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