Years pass by…you have been gone for over fifteen years. So much has happened in my life since then, the highs and lows, anger and acceptance, frustrations and happiness…time moves like a river, sometimes in a torrent roaring down a gorge, at others placid , almost still.
But there are moments when from the deep recesses of my heart, your memory peeps out. Without a warning, you fill my spaces and with such force, it shakes me to the core. It seems that the door would open somewhere and you would step out laughing, hugging me, telling me of your travels and how you missed home. I strain my ears to catch a faint whisper of your voice from a distance. I close my eyes and open them with the hope that there would be a miracle and I would see you standing next to me.
This time of the year it becomes unbearably intense. I can tell you what a longing can do to you. It makes you vacillate between hope and hopelessness so violently, it is almost like a physical blow. It hurts.
Tere bina zindagi se shikwa to nahin
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahin…