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When I looked in front of me, Kiran was sitting there in a desolate state. The shine of the eyes, the lips were sunken, the face was yellow and it was clearly visible that she was sitting heavily. Suddenly everyone fell behind me singing the song. Today you also have to recite a song and this ghazal of Anwar Rafi came to my lips spontaneously.
See them passing through my thoughts
My eyes are descending from the sky to the earth
How is it possible, neighbors, that heart to heart news does not reach?
They will also remember us whom we are remembering
We used to tell stories of this love day and night
We are afraid even while taking the name of this love
They have gone for a short distance, but they are still with me
How can I forget that we were once companions
And then everyone asked Karan that it was his turn to sing the song and Karan sang this ghazal of Jagjit without looking at me.
Where are we on our own journey?
The direction of the winds is opposite, we are opposite
Before, everything was own, but now it seems
We belong to another house in our own house
The journey of soil with time has been for centuries
Who knows where they are from, where we are from
Where are we on our own journey?
When I got sad, my ghazal was answered with a ghazal. And I once again recognized his taste. So quickly he answered my ghazal with a ghazal. Did he have a taste for perfection? But why did he hide his engagement? Why didn't you tell me, that was the only thought that kept coming to my mind.
And then I couldn't bear it, I went to the roof hiding my tears. After a while Kiran also came to the roof. There were tears in his eyes too. Before I could ask anything, he started to say that he could forgive me if possible. I want to lighten the burden of my heart in front of you. It was six months ago.