shivi_wrtss
1996 ka Patna... wo shehar jaha khidkiyon par kapde sukhte the, छतों पर transistor bajta tha, galiyon me bachche cricket khelte the, aur beech beech me हवा ek
ajeeb si purani mehek le kar chalti thi - mitti, barsaat, aur ankahi bato ki mehek. Us waqt pyaar loud nahi hota tha; wo chup chaap dil me palta tha, kahi ek diary ke beech phool ban kar sukh jaata tha aur us shehar ki har subah me ek alag sa sukoon hota tha.
(Patna, 1996... a city where clothes dried on balconies, transistors played on terraces, children played cricket in narrow lanes, and the wind carried a strange old fragrance - of soil, rain, and unsaid feelings. Love in those days wasn't loud; it grew quietly inside the heart, hidden like a pressed flower between diary pages and every morning in that city has a serene peace.)
Ye kahani unhi dono ki hai - ek ladki jo duniya se kam, par khud se zyada ladti thi... aur ek ladka jise pyaar ki kadar thi par nibhaane ka darr bhi. Ek kahani un dino ki... jab pyaar bolne se pehle mehsoos hota tha. Jab ek hi nazar saari zindagi ka raasta badal deti thi.
(This is their story - of a girl who fought less with the world and more with herself... and a boy who understood love but feared committing to it. A story of those days... when love was felt before it was spoken. When a single glance could change the direction of an entire lifetime.)
Aur shayad... woh nazar abhi abhi mili hai.
(And maybe... that glance has just happened.)