Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki shayad hum duniya ke akela hote hain, phir wo milta hai — ek aisa insaan jo bina shabdon ke samajh le, jo tumhare dard ko mehsoos kare aur usse apna dard bhi samjhe.Pyaar sirf “I love you” bolne ka naam nahi hai. Pyaar wo hai jo tumhare aansu pochta hai, jo tumhare khamoshi me tumhe samajhta hai, aur jo tumhare dil ke tukde ko sambhalne ki koshish karta hai, bina kisi shart ke.
Jab duniya tumse door ho jaye, aur sab kuch ulta-pulta lage, tab bhi wo tumhara saath chunta hai. Wo tumhe sirf pasand nahi karta, wo tumhe choose karta hai, baar-baar, har galti ke baad, har raat ke darr ke baad. Aur wahi asli pyaar hai.Kabhi kabhi tum sochte ho ki tum weak ho, par wo tumhe strong banata hai. Tumhare silent cries ko samajhta hai, tumhari chhupi hui khushi ko mehsoos karta hai, aur tumhare andar ke shor me shanti laata hai.Aur jab wo tumhare saath hota hai, tumhe lagta hai ki duniya ka saara dard bhi halka hai. Shayad isi liye pyaar yaad rehta hai — na shabdon me, na gifts me, balki un lamhon me jab koi tumhe sirf samajhta hai aur sirf chunta hai.Woh chhoti chhoti baatein, jo kabhi kisi ne notice nahi ki, wahi tumhare dil me hamesha ke liye bas jaati hain. Aur tab tum samajhte ho, ki real love, wo hi hai jo tumhe aankhon se, dil se, aur roh se mehsoos ho