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Guroor chaahe ho tera, Par maafi meri.  Dill tera,  par baatien meri.  Jazbaat ho tere, lekin zabaan meri. Khwaab tere, farmaayishien meri. Khayaal naye naye se tere, par puqaar meri. Lafz itne massom tere, khair awaaz meri. Saath chalne ka vaada tera, haath pakadne ki himmat meri. Gussa itna tera, magar naraazgi meri. Pyaar bass tera, haan lekin ishq ki shiddat meri. Shiqaayaton ka vo pitaara tera, aur naadaan gustaakhi meri. Itne silsilon ki yaadien aur guftugu teri, kaafi saalon ki parwah aur tishnagi meri. Goonjti hui hassi ki awaaz aur vo bass ek jhalak teri, sharmaane ki vo puraani aadat aur vahi deewangi meri.  Until next time love, always S

  I woke up early that morning for breakfast. I was returning home after my pilgrimage. Feeling oddly satisfied with myself. Whether it was because I had finally endured the tough journey and felt I had achieved something big or because I was conditioned into thinking that without this pilgrimage I wasn't enough of a son, brother, friend or father, I could not tell. I brushed this thought aside, locked it in a room in my head, and threw the key far away. I woke up early because the old man had the best of stories at only dinner and breakfast. He generally would sleep through the afternoon. To me, that was such bliss. To be able to nap through the afternoon. In reality, it was mainly because nothing much happened in this town. Other than the two prominent groups fighting about their place of worship and casual violence breaking out every now and then. The old man said that that was the charm of the town. I honestly did not care that much because I was merely a passerby, a meek trave...