Its weekend .
I get up late .
I look besides me , nd i find that you are not there....curious i try to search u , with my eyes still struggling to open....
Getting up , i pull my sleeves back nd raise my hand just to tie my open hair into a bun.
Searching through the room i enter the hallway....still my eyes are searching for u....now with more concern....nd suddenly i see u sitting on the old rocking chair in our gallery.
I try to move closer to see what exactly you are doing....
As i move i see ur back ur hair nd slowly slowly the entire you.
I come in front of you , but you are busy in reading the book in your hand, sipping each drop of tea that you made for yourself.
I trie to wave my hand but u don't notice me. I snatch the book from you hand to get your attention.
You notice me , with some wrinkles on your forehead asking what m i up to....
Curiously i look at the book which you were reading to find out what made my presence unnoticeable for you.
Suddenly my eyes widen when i read the title .
The title says " best of mirza galib ".
My eyes met yours asking you that is this real? Do you really read this ?
I never thought a person like you would be interested in this.
Reading my questions u just smile nd look down.
I demand you to read some of it. You are in a great denial of doing that. Somehow my puppy eyes convince you for that.
You try to read some of you favorites for me and i try to concentrate on your expression.
Your smile , the spark in your eyes , everything is just mesmerizing....i dont know what made the time stop for me your expressions or those words.
The sun has begun to sunk nd here we are ,you reading for me while me watching you and playing with your hair , with you head on my lap....
The sun sets and so does my heart for you.
