"Lalchi nhi hun, ess baat ka guroor hai mujhe....
par sach kahu, uske pyaar ka lalach to zaroor hai mujhe", she said and choked up.
Let's witness the story of two people, sicked by life and cured by love.
Some fun banters, care, friendship, revela...
His rude behaviour had left a heart halting impact on her. They did not speak to each other that day and Sidd left for Pune for his album recording the next day and Sheh knew that he doesn't keep any electronic device with him when on work for privacy n identity issues... but gussa mai thi..to jaate time nhi mili....But what about those freaking feelings?!?... To not let them WRECK you is TOUGH!
In this game of our existence, played by the almighty, we connect with some strangers and the bond becomes so freaking strong that even a second without them feels ordeal and for us, it no more remains a game.
From our eyes to our skin, ears to our sense of smell, every part of us craves for seeing the other person, craves for feeling that touch, craves for listening to their voice, to breath their aroma and what not. From our core to our soul, EVERYTHING suffers. It becomes hard to put up with the gut-wrenching pain. Just the way waves hit the rocks, the tides of sorrow and guilt hit us and leave us under the blanket of agony and we start drowning in the ocean of discomfort. And this is what was happening with the duo.
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Sheh had, of course, felt bad about how he had behaved but her anger was short-lived. With the arrival of those tiny little celestial diamonds, sparkling on the beautiful night sky, she began feeling queasy. She had begun missing him already. With the wish to be with him, days n nights felt even more lonesome.
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The situation wasn't much varied there in Pune. The feelings of guilt, regret and missing her were engulfing him, and dripping through his melodic but heartsick voice into the songs. He would keep singing the whole day even if the songs got recorded at once. Every word of those deep sombre verses was making him feel hollow from within. He just wanted to leave for Patiala at the earliest convenience.
Aasmaan sitaro ka Aur sitare aasmaan ke Hote to hain hamdard Par kon jaane uss tufani raat ke bichode ka dard.... Uss tufani raat ke bichode ka dard.🥺
Do listen👇🥺 (Sad Arabia Turkish Oriental Beat Instrumental "Drowning")
