between the desire to communicate and hide.

"We flee from God's destiny to God's destiny."

maan letā huuñ ki us shaḳhs meñ thā kuchh bhī nahīn

main ne duniyā se alag rah ke bhī dekhā 'javvād'

aisī munh-zor udāsī kī davā kuchh bhī nahin

- so much drawn to this clip, unfailingly makes me feel homesick everytime.

today again, I silenced this burning urge. this desire to (unhesitatingly) reach out to you, to let you know how work still sucks, to low-key let your presence be the best feeling of the day, to brag about how abba's jokes are still elite, to wonder at self that how and why while talking to you do I turn so lively even after a hectic day, how I silently adore that squeaky and abrupt laugh of yours, how I never run out of topics with you and can go on & on until my jaws hurt, to use all the saved roasts on you, to find numerous ways to exclaim how much this heart simply just yearns for your presence, always. but this time I am filled with an unfamiliar hesitance, with this I find no way to unveil the state of my heart to you and damn this undying hope! I don't know why though I didn't get enough of you then yet I learnt to embrace whatever little was in-store for me, idk why I am always seeking a path that leads to you while I am sure that I am never walking down that road again, nor will I find you in the same state. even though this hope destroys me never looking back because why extend the damage by letting my heart meet the same fate?

Zindagi Khud Bhi Gunahon Ki Saza Deti Hai.

Some on thrones were not remembered by their slaves,

World is unequal and nothing,

Justice is what prevails at last."