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.
A little musing diary.