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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Youhave mehopelesslyinlove
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Sherbano had called everyone to the hospital. After breakfast, the whole Jahangir family left to know what this urgency was for. Syra had a hue of red permanent on her cheeks whereas, Shahmeer's heart was joyous and in utter bliss. His whole being soared way too close to the sky and then came back down to where it truly belongs; to her. They both felt blessed and in so much love that it felt almost impossible to let go of each other that morning. No matter how much they try they cannot seem to get enough of each other. The feeling of being one was just too good for them to not feel it again and again.
Everyone had already left in their cars and now they both were on the way as well. There was a time when the same scenario was painful and awkward for them and now all there could be seen are smiles and hearts ablaze in love. Their feelings ardent and words insufficient and their existences fragile, too fragile to bear the consequences of being apart.
"Can we stop for Chai?" A smile danced across her lips and he chuckled remembering the exact words she said after they left for Lahore. (tea)
The manifestation of the thought was the way they both cannot resist having skin contact. The human touch of each other was as much as essential as breathing.
They both were too serene to look at. Even the clouds felt tranquil seeing their love blooming. They both now cannot find the doors to the exit of their love for each other and they are not even looking for one. This -being a prisoner of their love- was sweet compensation they both are willing to pay over and over again.
Syra started the radio and closed her eyes. Listening to the melodies and how it voiced how it feels to be in love and how it feels to its prisoner.
دل چیز کیا ہے آپ میری جان لیجیے دل چیز کیا ہے آپ میری جان لیجیے
