Judith

Summer of 2015. I can smell it. Masaan, ranjhanaa, tamasha, piku. Everytime i watch any of these movies im instantly transferred back to that time. The taste on my tongue as i iron my clothes on a friday noon while joking with my chachu. Waiting for someone’s text. Visiting bahauddin’s shrine before my board exams. Sitting on those stairs as an auntie steps on my hand and i cry in pain. Litting up diyas on the wall for shab-e-barat. I cant bring back the naivety of being a 15 years old. I will never sit for boards again. I wont ever be with my school friends like that again. I wont ever fall in love as hard again because it’s impossible to love selflessly beyond that naive age.

Why is it always i miss you and never “Kabhi toh subha tere kunj-e-lab se ho aghaaz”.

Gajray, chiffon dupattas, bouquets, payal, mehndi, iqbal bano singing ‘aye mohabbat’, cutting fruits for someone, jhumkay, scented candles, peanut butter as a snack at 12 am, long drives at night, hand creams, white chikankari kameez, old bollywood songs, rekha, pashmina shawls, Multani chadars, pakoray whenever it rains, ankle socks, the night prior to baraat when cousins are sleeping everywhere, monsoon, ‘Aashiqui’ songs, noor jehan, gulab jamun, your mother making a braid of your hair and so much more.