The yearning..
Bekhayali me bhi tera hi khayal aaye, kyun bichhadna hai jaruri ye sawaal aaye... Teri najdikiyon ki khushi behisaab thi, hisse me faasale bhi tere bemisaal aaye. Tarun was trying to catch the beats of the woofer remembering the time spent with Sonu. He looked at Sonu’s photo on his cell phone while dousing the cigarette in his left hand, “She’s married now. It was a mutual decision”, he told himself, “But then why are her thoughts still troubling me…. why??” He screamed in the empty room full of smoke. Tarun was not able to accept that Sonu has gone far from him, after being (happily) married. All he was recollecting was the day when she met him for the last time, before her wedding, “I don’t want to get married, Tarun. I am not feeling happy with this marriage. I just can’t think of being happy with anyone but you.“ Sonu told with her eyes wet. “See Sonu, we have already agreed on that. I told you in the beginning itself that I cannot marry you, I am yet t