Have you ever opened an old notebook… flipped to the last few pages… and found a forgotten sketch, a doodle, or a few lines that carried more meaning than the whole book itself? Most of us have. Today, I did the same with my last year’s maths practice notebook. It was mine, but hidden in between the numbers and formulas were a few lines—not mine, but hers. They read: “Mujhko tera hona bada accha lagta hai, Tere bina khud ke saath rehne ka bhi man nahi karta, Bas tere sang hi dil ko sukoon aata hai…” The moment I read them, I had tears in my eyes. Maybe you won’t understand why… but I felt something so deep that I couldn’t leave it unexpressed. So, I picked up my pen again after months… and these words poured out to complete what she tried to wrote : AAJKAL YE JAHAN MUJHKO AACHA SA LAGTA HAI SAB ANJANE IS SEHER KE, EK TU BAS APNA LAGTA HAI BETH JATI HU UDAS JAB BHI ME BAHOON ME BHAR LENA TAB TERA SUKOON LAGTA HAI DOSTO SANG BETHE GHUMSUM HO JANA MUJH...
Time: 1:25 AM. " AE ZINDAGI MERI, THODA KHAFA HU TUJHSE KYUN TU THODA KISI OR KI NAHI HO SAKTI " - PREM PARMAR Just wrapped up studying . My sleep schedule is wrecked, and instead of forcing sleep, I thought I’d take a little of your time. Not to rant, not to preach — just to share a real encounter tha...