soo yahhhhhhh !!!!!!!!
where to where only its going.....
like you could still feeeeel that much love from him definitely way more than you do bhi and yet there was that gap that distance there.....
and everytime you could only feeel he loved you more than before.... like that strongly could sense feel it in the waaaaaaaay he looked touched or just be standing there jsut when you are bout to leave....
his eyes all of him that one word dont go and him with his words saying otherwise.....
even as you write now that one visual you are just bout to step down the stairs and teh waaaaay he was still standing there leaning out still looking at you still wanting you not to leave....
there used to be that one twinkle that one spark in his eyes charlie that first sec he sees you after the gap like that ting bolkeee in his eyes that shines through and makes him smileeeeeeeee that smile of his.....
like that first spark twinkle in his eyes from his eyes to his lips to that one signature smileeeeeeeee of his just like back then when he used to smileeeeee the sec he sees you there was that khushiiiiiiii of your presence....... who hotaaa nai mirror mein deke tho apni reflection dikti there was him your reflection like you could see yourself in him the way your presence would reflect in all of him !!!!!!!
soooooooooooooo yahhhhhhh when you totaaaaaally lost out on what you wanted to write and landed just where you wanted to keep your mind off...... the "recent" meeet with his pssssssychedelic t shirt on from those gym days..........
smthinsg nai kuchhhhhhhh biiiiiiiii karlooooooooo bas nikaaaal he ataaaaaa !!!!!!!
kitttaaaaaa bi rokoooooooo dimaaaag kuu bas wahiii jaake atak thaaaa like alwasy !!!!!
YEARS !!!!!!!!!!!
even standing there just before leaving lilst bhiii malooom rehtaa thaa nai.....
hau kyaaaa karlete theee anyway !!!!!!!!!
soooooooooooo yah the first sound.....
today the sec you are home and your mom watching some classical music prog and you sit down to take off your chappals and the very first thing she tells you is which till date she never did is you can design for other people but your own jeans you cant get it altered right......
that one moment that one comment of hers you looking down taking off the chappal and that one lil moment of khushi inside just watching your jeans fold......
like you just stay that way just so you could live that moment for your own and get a hold on your smile living him.....
that very sec still looking at your own jeans that one visual of him standing there looking at you and nodding his head awaaaaaaaaaaaay that adoooooooooooorably and that one chuckle of his saying hw do you even teach the kids when you look like a kid yourself look at your jeans.... alter nai karne hotaa kyaa hai woh fold.....
and the sec you unfold and jhatko the stones or smthing off the jeans that louder chuckle of his watching your madness showing him off the hidden fold.....
its only then strikes him ab samaj aya whoo stone mere bed pe kaisaa aya....
like he would joke bout smthing but watching you wear the chappals just bout to leave and the waaaaaaaaaay he was standing a lil away and still looking at you without even blinking.....
like you couldnt look down at the chappal and wear it the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay his stare just holds you awaaaaay like a sec back him joing bout the jeans to the waaaaaay he was now looking at you that same feeeeeeeeeeeling of being held by his stare like you cant move dont wanna move wali feeeeling.......
it was that feeeeeeling of him hitting that pause in you just by standing there not saying a word nothing at all and just hitting that pause away and you just be.....
only after he lived your presence for as long as he wanted to he gets back to talking again.... again tells you get it altered no !!
and you just nod away knowing very well knowing now that was all the more reason for you to definitely not alter it......
when your own jeans fold now has Him....
once you were done with living him in that jeans moment.... just bout to hea dto your room to change and all and the way your mom says watching that prog saying how as a kid you wanted to learn the sitar as you loved it that much.....
and that pull head over to your mom instead.... ekdum see those flashbacks of your love for sitar or veena or smthing it was called when you had seen that music teacher in your building and since then that love for sitar has been there.....
those few moments her talking bout your love and fascination with it and that feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel charlie.....
it wasnt just that one song of saathiya ye tune kya kiya did he bring along with his love....
the very time he shares gypsy soul and calls you a string that holds him...
like he tells you you were like the string of the sound just like that sound in the song holding him.....
its that beauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuty sheeeeer beauty of some moments like these when you realize smthing you always knew.....
it always had to be him, you always had him in you shuru see.......
it always had to be Him...!
where to where only its going.....
like you could still feeeeel that much love from him definitely way more than you do bhi and yet there was that gap that distance there.....
and everytime you could only feeel he loved you more than before.... like that strongly could sense feel it in the waaaaaaaay he looked touched or just be standing there jsut when you are bout to leave....
his eyes all of him that one word dont go and him with his words saying otherwise.....
even as you write now that one visual you are just bout to step down the stairs and teh waaaaay he was still standing there leaning out still looking at you still wanting you not to leave....
there used to be that one twinkle that one spark in his eyes charlie that first sec he sees you after the gap like that ting bolkeee in his eyes that shines through and makes him smileeeeeeeee that smile of his.....
like that first spark twinkle in his eyes from his eyes to his lips to that one signature smileeeeeeeee of his just like back then when he used to smileeeeee the sec he sees you there was that khushiiiiiiii of your presence....... who hotaaa nai mirror mein deke tho apni reflection dikti there was him your reflection like you could see yourself in him the way your presence would reflect in all of him !!!!!!!
soooooooooooooo yahhhhhhh when you totaaaaaally lost out on what you wanted to write and landed just where you wanted to keep your mind off...... the "recent" meeet with his pssssssychedelic t shirt on from those gym days..........
smthinsg nai kuchhhhhhhh biiiiiiiii karlooooooooo bas nikaaaal he ataaaaaa !!!!!!!
kitttaaaaaa bi rokoooooooo dimaaaag kuu bas wahiii jaake atak thaaaa like alwasy !!!!!
YEARS !!!!!!!!!!!
even standing there just before leaving lilst bhiii malooom rehtaa thaa nai.....
hau kyaaaa karlete theee anyway !!!!!!!!!
soooooooooooo yah the first sound.....
today the sec you are home and your mom watching some classical music prog and you sit down to take off your chappals and the very first thing she tells you is which till date she never did is you can design for other people but your own jeans you cant get it altered right......
that one moment that one comment of hers you looking down taking off the chappal and that one lil moment of khushi inside just watching your jeans fold......
like you just stay that way just so you could live that moment for your own and get a hold on your smile living him.....
that very sec still looking at your own jeans that one visual of him standing there looking at you and nodding his head awaaaaaaaaaaaay that adoooooooooooorably and that one chuckle of his saying hw do you even teach the kids when you look like a kid yourself look at your jeans.... alter nai karne hotaa kyaa hai woh fold.....
and the sec you unfold and jhatko the stones or smthing off the jeans that louder chuckle of his watching your madness showing him off the hidden fold.....
its only then strikes him ab samaj aya whoo stone mere bed pe kaisaa aya....
like he would joke bout smthing but watching you wear the chappals just bout to leave and the waaaaaaaaaay he was standing a lil away and still looking at you without even blinking.....
like you couldnt look down at the chappal and wear it the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay his stare just holds you awaaaaay like a sec back him joing bout the jeans to the waaaaaay he was now looking at you that same feeeeeeeeeeeling of being held by his stare like you cant move dont wanna move wali feeeeling.......
it was that feeeeeeling of him hitting that pause in you just by standing there not saying a word nothing at all and just hitting that pause away and you just be.....
only after he lived your presence for as long as he wanted to he gets back to talking again.... again tells you get it altered no !!
and you just nod away knowing very well knowing now that was all the more reason for you to definitely not alter it......
when your own jeans fold now has Him....
once you were done with living him in that jeans moment.... just bout to hea dto your room to change and all and the way your mom says watching that prog saying how as a kid you wanted to learn the sitar as you loved it that much.....
and that pull head over to your mom instead.... ekdum see those flashbacks of your love for sitar or veena or smthing it was called when you had seen that music teacher in your building and since then that love for sitar has been there.....
those few moments her talking bout your love and fascination with it and that feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel charlie.....
it wasnt just that one song of saathiya ye tune kya kiya did he bring along with his love....
the very time he shares gypsy soul and calls you a string that holds him...
like he tells you you were like the string of the sound just like that sound in the song holding him.....
its that beauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuty sheeeeer beauty of some moments like these when you realize smthing you always knew.....
it always had to be him, you always had him in you shuru see.......
it always had to be Him...!
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