#490

It’s night and still hot. I am sitting cross-legged on the balcony’s floor, this black diary on my lap, and vibrant blues, orange and yellow underneath it: the colors of my shirt. Before me is a silent city even though it’s only after-dinner time. It’s only too soon to be writing this.

Or is it?

I am almost tired of using different words to say the same thing: I miss you. Here, take it from me. Jaan jati hai jab uth ke jatay ho tum. 

6 thoughts on “#490

  1. Hiba says:

    That line! I’ve been listening to that song so much these days, and I relate so much. And then you made this post!
    Isn’t that song the most beautiful?? ❤

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