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जिस रोज़ से देखा है उसको
हम शमां जलाना भूल गए
दिल थाम के ऐसे बैठे हैं
कहीं आना-जाना भूल गए
अब आठ पहर इन आँखों में
वो चंचल मुखड़ा रहता है
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
I thought for a moment, saved his number as ADIT and opened my whatsapp to text him, but my Khurafati dimag checked in and stopped me from texting.
I went back to Instagram and texted, “ I’ll think about it, I’m not sure if I can trust you”
A sad emoji came in with a text reading, “ mai koi stranger hun jo tum mujhepe trust nahi kar sakti “
“ Yaar, it’s not like that, it’s just meko thora tym de do, mai khud hi text karungi” I replied.
“ okay” Just an okay, what ….
“ Hmm.. okay “ I replied.
There was no message after that, so I left his chat and went back to scroll. Just then another message came in.
“ So, tell me something about yourself” He asked.
“ What do you wanna know, tum pucho mai batari hun” I replied.
“ hobbies??”
“ mmm.. kaafi saari hai” I replied.
“ Madam, nam bhi batana hota hai” He said.
“ Painting, reading “ I replied.
“ Reading as in!? Syllabus? Wo to padhna hi hoga” He texted.
“ Idiot, reading stories and novels”
“ Oh, I see. Who’s your favorite author then”
“ Chetan Bhagat “
“ Really, I’m fan of his writings too”
“ what, really? Tum bhi books padhte ho?”
“ not really, they are just my travel partners”
“ ohh, okay”
“ why aren’t you posting anything?” he asked.
“ Anything?”
“ I meant pictures, why aren’t you posting any pictures of youself”
“ because I don’t have anything to post “ Which was true, I like to click myself but I haven’t clicked any picture since last, don’t know how many days. And now, by saying that, he reminded me this.
Without checking his message further, I decided to click some pictures of myself.
Nothing much, just kajal and light lipstick, that’s all is needed to make me look ok ok.
