The Story Of 1970s

Dear Diary...

I dreamt of Him. Again...

It's been 3 Years... 3 years since He left this city and moved somewhere... I don't even know. I don't know how he is doing, I don't know if he has been married or not, I don't know..where he is.

But I don't know if he still loves Meethi Jalebi and Pheeki Chai, if he still loves children if he still loves the smell of books, If He still loves music.
All I know is How he used to smile, How he used to laugh, How he used to look at me.

I met him in college, He taught me what a crush means and then what a Love looks like.

He was the type of man whom any woman could love.

Ankhein bhale hi kaali thi uski, Par kuch andhere sa nahi tha.

Guitars ka bohot shauk chadha tha university k ladko ko us samay, Par Vo pagal to Sitar pe hi ataka tha.

His voice was so melodious as if he was the personal singer of God.

I still remember how I met him 6 years ago, and then those 3 years became everything for me.

I still remember the day, when I used to bunk classes just for his glimpse. He was one of the most famous guys in the college, and I used to hate drawing or giving unnecessary attention.

But I wanted him to notice me.

Kya kya nahi kiya uske liye... sajna sawarna, taking part in extracurricular activities. I was the shyest girl and his attention made me do everything that I hated.

Isi Chakkar me voh toh kuch ban gaye aur hum unpe kitaabein hi likhte reh gaye.

Vo Banaras ki Holi aur Ayodhya ki Diwali sa tha... Kabhi pheeka hi nahi padta tha.

Aur main Barsaat k us mausam si jo Boondon se dhal jaati aur suraj ki ek kiran se nikhar.

Agar ishq ka koi insaani chehara hota.. Toh usi ki tarh hota.

You must be curious, Right?

Who is this Guy?

Who am I?

What happened between us?

Were we a couple?

Happy ending or Sad ending?

Then let's read my diary together... where I have mentioned... Only Him.
This is not "My Dear Diary" This is "Dear Him"

This is "The Story of 1970s" When I saw Him for the first time.