Previously known as Querencia.
Poets, as often as they say, they said the truth. Love cannot be controlled or planned. It comes like rain on a sunny day; an unseasoned downpour. Like a gust of harsh wind on a heated day. It comes with a painful epi...
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مہفلیں آئ اور گئ، لوک آۓ اور گئے، تم جو آج آۓ ہو، دل میں ہو بس گۓ۔
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Shahmeer was sitting on the stool near his piano and his fingers were gliding over the keys smoothly. The soft melody of Putalittleloveonme by NiallHoran was being played. The harmony sounded so painful yet soothing. The air seemed like a lullaby, the atmosphere drunk. Syra who was seeing him play for the first time felt intoxicated and overly sadden. The symphony hitting the chords of her heart. Pulling strings she had no idea could be pulled. 'And once again this man renders me speechless and utterly amazed.' her reverie was broken when he started singing.
She gazed at him with love and adoration shining in her eyes. Who would have known her husband was a man of many talents? Not her for sure. Walking towards him she sat on the left side of him at the same stool he was sitting on. Closing her eyes she kept her head on his shoulder and let the words and music carry her above the ground, to a land that is magical. Where flowers bloom and winds blow harmoniously. Where birds instead of chirping were singing with him.
Shahmeer stared sideways at her forlorn form, he felt the same. Kissing her temple he continued. The pain of so many years was finally out. The burden was no longer his to carry. His fingers floating and then coming down on the keys ever so softly, it pained and brought solace.
