This time you haven't let me choose between "Sheher Ya Tum" .
Oneday you just woke up and left ,
You thought I was sleeping but I couldn't open my eyes then because I didn't want my tears to fell down in front of you .
But I was awake and listening.
I was listening how heavily breathing you were while packing your bags as you were so scared , scared of changing your mind again and making me my morning coffee and pretending like nothing happened at all.
I was listening how aggressively you were trying to pull up the chain of your hoodie as your hands were shaking.
I listened that last soft sound of the door you were closing so that it couldn't interrupt my sleep.
I was listening and watching You leaving the City.
People have breakups, divorces and lots of type of separations... but what we had was completely different. I knew you aren't coming back but I also knew I will be the only one who will meet you at the end.
I never left the city , neither broke the coffee mug you gifted me on my birthday "Aur jissey barey pyar se roz subha subha tum mujhe coffee pilaya karti thi" . "Ek ajeeb si tanhai thi tumhare na honeka aur behad sa sukun tha tumhare na hote huye bhi paas hone ka".
After you left , I discovered that the city is so much like you .
"Jiski bahar ki muskurahat se andar k mausam ka andaza lagana mushkil thaa"
"Jisko ugta suraj pasand thaa par mere liye doobta suraj bhi wo roz dekhleti thi"
"Jiske nak pe gussa rehne k bawajood bhi aadhi raat ko jab ghar lout ta thaa, to wo ek hee sawal liye bayethi rehti thi.. KHANA KAOGEY?"
In many more ways, this city never gave me a single day when I couldn't be remembering you but still I don't miss you , "kyunki tumse mohobbat karney se fursat hee nehi milti".
"Tum iss sheher mein bhi nehi ho aur mujhe iss sheher k har ek galiyo mein tumhare honeka ehsaas hota hai".
As if I am meeting you and living in you but in another form, every single day!
As if you are still my Home.. and that is true!
"Kyun ki Sheher bhi tum ho , aur ghar bhi ... mujhe issbar chunna nehi para"
