Tune mere jaana, Kabhi nahi jaana; Ishq mera, Dard mera!

Over a Cup of Tea

“But I love you, for those thousands of smiles my lips cherished because of your heart felt presence. I love you, just like the poet loves his beloved in the verses though he’d never be appreciated for taking people into fantsies. I love you like a writer who loves a character, raise it and kills it, but still never forgets it. I love you like the sad autumn’s leaves, which are being crushed under the lovers’ feet in that lonesome garden. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” While moving her…

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