1 month.
Since, him. SinceThe evening. Since The night. Been thinking of The place. Consciously. Sub-consciously. Of the light, the table, the magazine, the equipment. Trying to focus on everything. Except him. In that place, facing that light. Everything. Except those eyes. Everything. Except that voice.

1 month.
The sound of his words, on my lips. The touch of his voice, on my skin. The reflection of his eyes, in mine. And his smell, in me.
1 month.
And I still feel his body against mine.

1 month.
Of realization. Of trying. Of being strong. Of surrender.

Na use bhool payungi, Na use bhoolna chahti hoon.

Mann mera aaj kuch bechain sa thehra hai.