A goodbye letter was found on her desk at 5. An unusual Friday evening. While the room saw many beaming smiles, she was exhausted on her job drama. Back home with a heart full of regrets, she was ready to retrace her steps, in the misery 2020. Yet, all the woes found their decimal point, in Jagjit Sing's alleviating ghazal; //Aaj Janaa Pyaar ki Jaadugari Kya Cheez Hai, Ishq Kijiye Phir Samajhiye, Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai, Khulti Zulfon Ne Sikhhayee, Mausaumon Ko Shayaree.// Played on the TV flowing with the library scene. That pleased smiled came back on her lips, through her electrifying veins. A warm hug and a cup of chai broke the silence, Maa's routine, every evening at 6. Home's scent was finally coming in with a wave of freedom, as her steps drew closer to the bookshelves, shucking off the night-clubbing texts. Her lost ishq was found again, in the books dwelling happily in the lights. An unusual yet unruffled Friday.
"Butterflies and rom-com you say?" Read the first line of Jai's "letter". A love poem you asked, but can i invite you to peep into my mind instead? You are the one who collects our little things, and me, well, mixed thoughts in a pot. That one fine day, when you kept blaberring about your obsession of Rachel and Ross, I found myself in a suffocating box. Our interests do not match. And symmetrical hearts, you say? And it still amazes me, how you went home with a little piece of my heart that day. All I know is that I met light, when your little fingers touched mine. Maybe this is, how the authors define love in your books. Red roses, you ask? Can I offer you my playlist instead? Or can I play you something with my chords, while reminiscing about your scent? You dream of having pancakes with me, on a Sunday morning, but I prefer us, to be on the rooftop at 5am. And maybe I'll just kiss you under the flawless transition of the sky from dark to lilac. Wake u