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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Ishq mein Téré Kohé Gham- Neebas v1.2

I was having a day from hell, physical and emotional (PMS). We had a Qavvaali in the house and I had excused myself from it. (Yes. That bad)
Wrapped in bed with a hot wheat bag, I heard a rap on the door. I opened a crack and Sab put a foot in the door. Ek tau haath jorr deti thee. It always threw me off. Yeh haath jorrna, paer chhoona. Sochti nahi thee Bas kar deti thee. Having been brought up by fierce Ammi's religious standards, meri jaan nikal jaati thee. And then that face, full of love. I could never say no to anything she ever said. Ever. Damn it I sang, on a damned stage for her. I won't do it for my own flesh and blood. Guess she was all that flesh and blood leaves out. For so many of us. I digress.
"Mere saath baithna Bas, mere liye aa jao. Please"
I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and my fleece hoodie and dashed out into the room full of people. Crowd. Gave me another cramp. She beamed at me, reaching out to me, making space next to her, hugging me. As usual, the giggles begun. Something triggered them. Nothing stopping them after. Kuch na kuch baychaeni hameshaa laahaq rehti thee. Mein sharmindaa, as usual, muu chhupaati, while she boldly would keep saying and doing things with her childish innocence and the gusto of ignorance that comes with it. The qavvaalis gained pace and the evening deepened, at some point I started recording some because she shortly stepped out to move her car and they started one that she had requested. I go through those voice notes in my phone, feeling her all around me. The stifled giggles, the rustling of moving the phone away so it won't pick up on our muffled conversations jo bé-adbiyé mehfil ke zimray mein aati hein and neither of us would own up to them.
My dearest Sab Heart, dil ki saaf, sab ko chaahnay vaali. Who will I shop through their travels with now? My jugaarroo haseena?
There are so many memories I've had, to hold on to, I'm overwhelmed.
Kaash tum vaapas aa saktiin, Bas ab mujhe hee aana ho ga. The other side is filling up way too fast and tipping the balance. As Jawwad said, "Just a few more years yaar, then we will all raise a ruckus upstairs and have the wildest party they have ever seen on the 7th heaven..."

Ya Allah, please take care of our Sab.
Until we meet again.

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