I was cleaning my shelf and had this Anuv Jain playlist on shuffle. Just a when a picture slid off the diary, and the words hit like a truck.
"Dekho Dekho Kaisi Baatein Yahan Ki
Hai Saath Par Hain Saath Na Bhi"
There are these unforgiving nights like last night when nothing seemed to be enough. Only if I could just get back right to this moment, in this photograph I was holding and touch you again. Sniffing your scarf that was my favourite perfume in the wardrobe, fingers playing with your hair. But I couldn't. I tried. I almost touched you through this 6-inch frame. Almost confessed I missed you. Almost cried. I just wanted to type something on that old conversation, I just needed to hit that call button on the pinned contact. But I never did. I'll never know why.
This one word 'Why' holds such a terrible gut-wrenching pain. Why did we leave ? Why did we never try to make it work ? Why did we end up strangers even after all the nights we spent together, the weird selfies, the shared playlists, laughing, giggling, holding our hands and unravelling our scars.
Anuv Jain continued, "Kaisa Naseeb Hai Mera, Milke Bhi Na Mujhe Mila"
And I sat down staring blankly at the ceiling, maybe because I'll never be sure 'Why?'
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