Lag jaa gale, ke phir yeh, haseen raat ho na ho...

 One of favourite tales from 3 years ago :')

I still remember that tragically beautiful day when I opened the door to your goofy face. You were ten minutes late, as usual. You were carrying your silly orange umbrella, and your hair was wet from the wild, heavenly rain. I put on my new brown sandals even though I knew we were going to come across numerous dirty puddles.

Did I tell you I loved how we braved against the ferocious winds, drenched from head to toe but oh, so happy?

I won't ever forget the plate of delicious Maggie we shared & the steaming cups of Coffee, under the tip-tap of the rain on that little roof of that warm place.

I won't forget the brown of your eyes eyeing the last bite as you sipped your Coffee and your smile when I let you have it. The bus ride home was strangely comforting as the tune of Hindi love blasted through the damp air.

“Lag jaa gale ke phir yeh haseen raat ho na ho..."

I did not hug you, never had before, but trust me, I really wanted to.

We said goodnight on my porch and thanks to my broken front light; you did not see the tear in the corner of my left eye.

The next day, I saw you at the airport when I came to say goodbye. You smiled and said it back.

What you don't know is that I waved, for a very long time, even after you disappeared behind the white walls. I waved till my arms hurt for I didn't know when I would see you again. If I would see you again!?

My brain played a melody of last night’s rendezvous.

“...shayad phir iss janam me mulaqaat ho na ho..”

You know, I'll wait a thousand years and what I know is even if the next time we meet is beyond our graves, I’ll choose you, again and again.