365 Written Days

Har Khata ki hoti hai, koi na koi Sazaa

Dear Love,

Where do I start? Logo se thoda dar lagta hai, thoda zindagi se bhi darti hu. Ager sab kuch sahi karne ke baat, sab kuch thik karne ke baat zindagi ne hi mujhse muh fer liya toh?

Tab kya karungi?

Saari zindagi sirf kuch logo se hi pyaar kiya hai, sirf kuch logo ki fikr ki hai. Woh log jinhone mujhe fikr karne ki kimaat batayi hai. Kabhi kabhi sab thik kar dene se zindagi thik nahi ho jaati, kyunki hum dusaro ke baare main bhi fikr karte hai, unki zindagi ke baare main sochte hai.

Ek aur dar hai, kya tum bhi un logo mai koi ek ban jaoge? Kya tumhari fikr karne ki kimaat bhi chukani hogi? Woh toh kher koi baat nhi, utna toh main chuka hi sakti hu. Lekin kya tumhari fikr un sabke jaise hogi? Aisi fikr jisse mera dam ghutne lage?

Kabhi tumse bol pau, toh jarur phuchungi, meri fikr karne ki kitni kimaat loge?

(Dear Love,

Where do I start? I'm a little bit scared of people, life scares me a little too. What if I do everything right, what if I mend everything that can be, after taking care of everything what if life brushes me aside?

What would I do then?

My whole life, I've loved only a few people, cared for only a few people. People who've told me the price for caring. There are times when doing everything right doesn't actually set everything right in life, because you care about others too, think about lives that aren't yours.

There's one more fear, will you become one of those people too? Would there be a price to pay for caring about you? It doesn't matter though, I can pay for that for you. But then would your care be like theirs too? A care that suffocates me.

I'd ask you if we ever talk, how much would you ask for, to care for me?)

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Dear love,

Do din ho gye humari shaadi ko, kya isi rishtey ki khwaish ki thi humne? Tumhara intejaar kar rahi hu main, kitna waqt lagega? Jis insaan ke naam apni zindagi ki hai, woh tum toh nahi ho, ya fir shayad main woh nhi hu jiske saath tumhari duniya ko jod diya gya hai.

Intezaar ki toh aadat hai mujhe, saari zindagi tumhara intezaar kiya hai.

Tum wahi ho na?

Lagte toh nhi, kyun sirf do din main tum wapas ek ajnabi se lagne lage ho? Kya yeh ek aur chupa hua sach hai, ya sirf mere mann ka dhoka?

(it's been two days since our marriage, is this the relationship we dreamed of? I'm waiting for you, how long will it take? The person I promised my life to, it's not you, or maybe I'm not the person who is signed off to your world. I'm habitual of waiting, I've waited for you my whole life. You are the same person, right?

I don't feel so, only two days and you already feel like a stranger again, why? Is it another hidden truth or just my delusion?)

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It has been about 2 weeks since their marriage. Atharv would like to think it is going pretty well, he has known Aashika for a while now. He likes having her around, she demands an order and it comes easily with having her around. They've easily fallen into a routine, working along to keep things simple. They speak less compared to when they weren't married but he doesn't give it much thought. He knows Aashi isn't big on words.