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The only picture I ever needed <3

Somewhere between the wind,

the noise of the roads,

and a city that kept rushing forward,

I pointed my camera at you.

Not at the sky.

Not at the streets.

Not at the places we were passing.

Just your eyes.

Hidden beneath a helmet,

smiling before your lips ever could,

they carried a kind of peace

I had spent my whole life searching for.

You never knew it then,

but while the scooter kept moving,

time stood still for me.

I wasn’t taking a picture or video

I was trying to save a feeling

I already knew

life would let me keep to see

And remember the face

I love like everything in this world

Now that photo lives on my screen,

while you live in the group calls and memories.

Sometimes I stare at those eyes

longer than I should,

wondering if they ever looked at me

the way I still look at them.

They say photographs preserve moments.

They don’t.

They preserve longing.

Because every time I see this one,

I don’t remember the road.

I don’t remember where we were going.

I only remember that, for one beautiful ride,

I was sitting behind the man I love

And will love,

It felt like everything

when I held onto your arm

while we walked through those little shops,

pretending to look at things,

while all I was really looking at

was you.

My fingers held your sleeve,

but my heart held a future

it thought it had found.

Then you kissed my forehead.

A kiss so ordinary,

It became

the most extraordinary memory

I’ve ever carried.

In that moment,

I finally understood

what every girl silently longs for.

Not expensive gifts.

Not perfect words.

Just this -

to feel safe,

to feel chosen,

to feel like she’s only his.

And for a little while,

I was.

I was the girl

who walked beside you,

who held your arm without hesitation,

who smiled because your presence

made the whole world disappear.

Now you’re gone.

The silence between us

has grown louder than our conversations.

But every shopping mall,

every crowded street,

every couple I pass

brings me back

to that version of me-

the girl who believed

she’d always have your arm to hold

and your forehead kisses

waiting at the end of the day.

Those moments were so small,

yet they’ve become

the biggest part of my memories.

Because sometimes,

love doesn’t leave with the person.

It stays behind

in the places,

in the habits,

in the way my hand still reaches

for someone

who isn’t beside me anymore.

I said I didn’t believe in miracles,

yet somehow,

every hope I ever made

had your name hidden inside it.

I never folded my hands,

I never looked at the sky

asking for forever.

But I found myself

bargaining with fate,

whispering to a universe

I claimed I would never believe in

“Keep him safe.”

“Let him smile today.”

“Take every storm away from him,

even if it means

I have to walk through mine alone.”

Love has a strange way

of rewriting convictions.

It turned someone who acted to be “an atheist”

into someone

who prayed without prayers,

worshipped without temples,

and believed in blessings

only because they carried your name.

So don’t ask me

if I ever loved you.

The gods plan that I never believed in

have heard my heart

calling your name

far more times

than my lips ever dared to. <3

Home. 💗

I keep rehearsing the sentence,

“I don’t love you anymore”,

the way actors rehearse lines they never believe.

It leaves my lips,

but never my heart.

Because every lie sounds convincing

until it has to look into the eyes

of the person it is lying to.

I still forget to say, “I love you”,

not because I don’t,

but because I keep believing

there will always be another morning,

another call,

another goodbye that isn’t really goodbye.

And then the silence arrives-

like rain on a book left open,

blurring every word

I thought I had enough time to read.

Maybe that is why every road still leads back to you.

Not because we belong to each other anymore,

but because my heart still takes your name

for the meaning of home.

Even if we become strangers to the world,

for one impossible moment,

when our eyes meet again,

I know my soul will whisper the only truth it has ever known

and that is -

Still, It Is You <3

You and I.

perhaps strangers in the eyes of the world,

a love with no name,

a story with no promise.

Yet somehow, you remain

the closest person my heart has ever known.

I still love you.

Not because I expect forever,

not because I’m waiting for miracles,

but because my heart has not yet learned

how to look at you without feeling at home.

“Vo aur mai, ajnabee hi sahi…”

Even if we stand on opposite sides of fate,

even if life teaches us different paths,

my heart still whispers your name

like a prayer it cannot unlearn.

People say love should ask to be chosen.

Mine never did.

It simply wanted to exist

quietly, honestly, endlessly.

But somewhere in loving you,

I realised something else.

“Mere dil ke kareeb aakhir mera hona bhi toh zaroori hai.”

Because if I keep living only inside your memories,

I’ll never truly live inside my own life.

I can still love you with everything I have,

and still remind myself that I deserve peace with you too.

So if we remain strangers,

know this-

my love never became smaller.

It only became quieter.

You are still the person my heart reaches for first,

the face every song remembers,

the silence every night carries.

And maybe that’s what love is—

not always being together,

but carrying someone so gently

that even after everything,

your heart still chooses them,