Yash Soni

Dear Kabira, I don't know what's perfect, the lyrics or the feelings you say which I fail to express. Sometimes you meet some songs that melt you from the places you are afraid to touch. Re Kabira Maan Jaa (रे कबीरा मान जा) Re Faqeera Maan Jaa (रे फ़कीरा मान जा) Aaja Tujhko Pukaare Teri Parchhaaiyan (आजा तुझको पुकारे तेरी परछाईयाँ) Your heart just can't stop beating for the lines that play with all the untouched memories you have. Loneliness engulfs you, it tears you part by part and this song just makes you feel everything you hide from the world. This song calls you to be back home and realise your home needs you. It questions why do you want to wander for answers when your home is right there in front of you? Your shadow is calling you back. Come home. Tooti Chaarpaai Wohi (टूटी चारपाई वही) Thandi Purvaai Rasta Dekhe, (ठंडी पुरवाई रस्ता देखे) Doodhon Ki Malaai Wohi (दूधों की मलाई वही) Mitti Ki Suraahi Rasta Dekhe (मिट्टी की सुराही रस्ता देखे) This song gives beautiful me

There comes a phase in our life, where neither can we hold feelings, nor can we let it go. We hopelessly love them without any expectations, without any condition, and even knowing they won't love you back, you still love them holding all the broken pieces of your heart. 'Tujhe Kitna Chahne Lage', is a song that directly holds the feeling we always want to express but we can't. And every time the songs plays randomly from our playlist, we all just feel the song immensely, holding the feelings out, which were graved deep inside our heart. // दिल का दरिया बह ही गया... राहों में यूँ जो तू मिल गया // It's not easy to love someone who we know won't love us back ever, where this song is a struggle between heart and mind, and how difficult is it to hold onto the feelings and even its not easy to let it go and move on. This song best represents the unrequited love, the unsaid emotions, and a broken heart. // वक्त ने है किया हम पे कैसा सितम... तुम भी बेज़ार हो, बर्बाद है

Seven Months Ago: "Excuse me? There's no space under the umbrella!" "Hey! I'm sorry. Could you please walk me over to the bus shelter over there?" "You can keep it. I don't mind getting drenched." "No, no. This is your umbrella. I am prone to catching the flu real quick, and the rain was unexpected." "I insist you keep it," I jogged down the path. Present Day: Seven months ago, when I saw her for the first time who would've imagined me falling head over heels for this woman. So much so that the only way I could move on in life after her moving out of my life was to take the extreme millennial step- Blocking her. Life is strange. It makes you meet people you can never un-meet. Sadly, she probably would've boarded her flight, but I am hopeful that driving, rather unsafely, to the airport would bear my heart all that guilt of not bidding her a 'good' goodbye. And oh, yes! The gift. What would I do keeping it any

I still remember fifth grade when I was too young to think about this but ended up thinking anyway. I thought the people around me were the people who would stay with me forever. I thought that this was my wolf pack. I really enjoyed the company of all the people who were a part of it. I was happy. Post summer holidays when school reopened, I was all excited to meet my friends again and tell them stories about my summer vacation and enthusiastically listen to their stories. Life, however, had other plans. A week after school reopened a teacher walks into my class and tells me that I had to shift to another section. That was perhaps my first ever heartbreak! I packed my bag; my best friend was sobbing already. I left my pack. I vowed to have lunch with them every day, spend time with them after classes and all. It never works that way though. After a while, I started to feel out of place. My best friends felt like my ex-best friends. They were living their life, definitely, but I was no

Sitting in the corner, anguished and despaired, I often blame and curse my life for turning me down. But when I listen to you, my whole perspective changes. That I'm crying for nothing and I'm responsible for my situation and not life. That life is not preplanned but my own creation. It is my story and I decide how it should be. You enlighten me in my bad times. You are the true meaning of life. You taught me to steal the moments to make use of the opportunity, to live the fullest. To gain something you have to lose something and when you do lose, you'll gain back too. That's what life is, to be successful you have to work hard, to maintain a relationship you sometimes have to back down. "Kuch paakar khona hai, kuch khokar paana hai Jeevan ka matlab toh aana aur jaana hai Do pal ke jeevan se ek umar churani hai Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi teri meri kahani hai" In the generation of Taylor Swift's "Love story," I find you, "Pyar Ka Nagma",

"Room number 69?" I asked a half-asleep man at the reception. "Second floor," he mumbled. It was one of the shadiest lodges in town. I had my appointment at 12 AM. Satan's hour as my friend always calls it. 12:04 AM; I knocked on the door of room number 69. I gasped as the door clicked. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. My friend had set me up with this person. I entered a dimly lit room. 6×4 cot on the left. A bathroom towards the far right. There was a window that faced the main road. TV was on low volume. 2:40 AM; I'm riding back home in an auto, writing my first draft of an experience. An experience that changed my life. Desperate times, desperate measures. From life changing moments to lessons for a lifetime. This was a night that changed my life, completely. 12:07 AM; She lay on her side, absolutely staring at me. She was beautiful! I sat on a chair at an arm’s length from the cot. "Nervous?" she asks. "This is my first tim