DASTAN-E-ISHQ Tajdar Alamzeb

JUST LETTERS.

memories do hurt, especially the ones which are left incomplete

still leaning on the room's door, Alam anyhow gathered courage to stand still all tall and strong and open the room's door. So did she. Placing both her hands on the doorknob, she clicked the door open.

a slight beam of light entered Tajdar's room through the room's window piece almost making the room seem like an abandoned palace. No lights in the chandelier, no floral colors displaying at the walls,

ALL THAT SHE FELT WAS TAJDAR'S SCENT  

"Duniya Zamane ke liye aap yaha nahi honge, par humare liye aap aaj bhi is kamre me maujood hai,"

she slowly moved forward, stepping barefooted on the polished tiles of the floor. A cold sensation rushed through her just as she touched and felt the drawers of the shelves.

admiring each and every aspect of the room and materialistic memory she had, she saw the desk, where Taj used to write his feelings out on love letters for Alam

she slowly moved forward to the desk and felt all the books kept and touched by him one last time before he left, maybe forever but never for her, until she saw

"yeh kya hai"

she bent down to pick the fallen envelope which had something inside pretty evident that something mysterious.

"yeh- yeh khat toh.."

tears filled her eyes with a jerk of current rushing through her blood, she held the letter in her hands so delicate that it may just simply fall out of disbelief. tears blurred her vision when she saw that it was the same letter which certainly taj had torn just to call Alam in his room..

"humara yeh khat, aapne phada ya gurbaksh bi ne?"

"humne phada"

"isse phadkar aapne humara dil tod diya hai"

"aur aapne jo humare kamre mei na aane ki kasam khaayi hai, humara dil bhi toh toota hai.."

"leki-"

"lekin mauhtarma aapka dil.-dil aur humara dil kuchh nahi, yeh toh galat baat hai.."

to be continued...