chapter-4: A spot?

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Minutes and then hours passed

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Minutes and then hours passed.

The sun was settling down in a beautiful sunset. I pulled out my phone to click a picture,

Beautiful.

I looked beside me and saw arsh reading a book, wearing his headphones. I know for sure that there isn't any music playing. He just likes to wear them while reading, he can't concentrate while there's music being played behind.

Our classmates were busy admiring the scenery, some were sleeping and some were playing games amongst themselves.

We also played a game a few hours ago, antakshari.

Our journey started in the morning and now it will be late in the night when we will reach our hotel.

Not a hotel, precisely.

It's like a resort, small and comfy.

The view is going to be so beautiful from up there!

I pulled out my earphones, and opened my spotify.

I made so many Playlists!

Turning around I poked Arsh's arm with my finger,

In return, he raised his eyebrows questioning me,

I passed him one earphone and started the music.

"पहली नज़र में कैसा जादू कर दिया
तेरा बन बैठा है मेरा जिया
जाने क्या होगा क्या होगा क्या पता
इस पल को मिलके आ जी ले ज़रा
मैं हूँ यहाँ, तू है यहाँ
मेरी बाँहों में आ, आ भी जा"

Half of the bus was dozing off, there was a calm silence in the air and I placed my head on his shoulder,

"The view is so pretty,right?" I asked,

"It really is."

"ओ जान-ए-जाँ, दोनों जहाँ
मेरी बाँहों में आ, भूल जा
ओ जान-ए-जाँ, दोनों जहाँ
मेरी बाँहों में आ, भूल जा

हर दुआ में शामिल तेरा प्यार है
बिन तेरे लम्हा भी दुश्वार है
धड़कनों को तुझसे ही दरकार है
तुझसे है राहतें, तुझसे है चाहतें"

I closed my eyes listening to the song, it's so absurd that we have to take out some time from our schedules to meet our own people. We postpone so many meetings, miss so many opportunities till we stop making those efforts. Long calls turn into missed calls and then no calls at all.

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