It has been almost 8 years since we lost touch -she moved to australia got busy setting up her home and we got busy in business and Aasim’s growing up.
Have been searching for her since some time now and spoke to her today. It felt warm and nice.
She is Aasim’s ammu. A dear friend to me. She was someone I have always looked up to. At an age we were learning and honing our social and organizational skills she was always a step ahead and guided us. She shared my values in life, interests in literature and poetry and we sat and talked for hours at end.
It is not that we always kept in touch with each other, I went to Delhi to study, and then to work but whenever we met, even if it was after years, we picked up the threads where we had left them.
I wish we can sit and talk again like we did in those carefree days of yonder and wonder. I wish we meet soon.
Strange coincidence. I was thinking abt you today. And now you have a post!
Its great to get back to happy memories, no?!
distance and heart
Do they say distance makes heart grow fonder, when the distance is sooo much , what does the heart do? Came to my mind while on phone last night, “haath chut jaye, phir bhi rishte nahin toota karte”, aur vo rishta jo itene hazar yadon ka , kitni hi hansee,muskanon ka, kitne ahem lamhon ke sajhedari kaa, kitne dard ka,aur ek ajeeb si doori ka, jo pichla bhoolne nahin deti aur badkar haath milane bhi nahin deti, awaaj dene nahin deti .
Bahut yaad aati hai ammu ko us chotese chere ki jo chera, vastavik mein yaad nahin, lekin uski chavisi humesha ankhon mein Theheri hai,aur mere nanhe se mamtake paloon ke saath jud jati hai.
Dil sahi mein dhoondta hai ” phursat ke woh raat -din”