When you will look back to this mail..after a long time from now...you would think about me..probably for a fraction of a second...you would know...that I was there..
Waiting for your call...running up and down on the broken terrace with mobile clutched on my numb hand...
Probably unknowingly you might smile, might even try remembering my name...you will try to sketch my face...lost in a crowd...probably you would remember the promises made...the dreams shared...the smiles exchanged.
Probably, that would be the only time, you would remember me.
--From my personal archives
Jhoka hawaa kaa aaj bhi zulfeiN udaata hoga na!!!
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