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yaadein!!

some things in life never return.. some people in life never revert!

thats precisely what i've learned in 23 yrs of what we call life.
sometimes i get so nosalgic that its hard to hold back myself..

i eat chaat lotsa times, but its never equivalent to that chaat that i shared with you.. i have gone shopping so many times.. but its so not the same without you.. i have had headaches on and off, they never get that better as they did when u kept ur hand on my forehead..

i miss the old times.. i miss goin out with u book shopping.. wowiee.. i have all the best sellers.. u urged me to read. and today i cant part with them.. gosh, i have minimised reading!! u told me to read afshan.. it was the first urdu novel that i took to reading.. and since then, i developed an interest in urdu novels..

and nothing is the same.. i had your love... i cud do anything with it.. after you, you left me to someone who is loving too.. but i cant stop missing you... i just cant come out of the past.. i love karachi so much, not bc its a third world city, but because it has my past right there.. in the streets, my bed room, the kitchen, our lawn, my cats.. they all hold a special memory for me.. there is something in each of them, an essenc which reminds me of the fabulous childhood and teenage i had!! the awesome time that i spent with you.. and today, when i m happy, i want u to be here, and see me.. smiling.. behind the tears!!
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Anonymous said…
you miss her SO much :(
Mon Nov 03, 12:55:00 PM
Must ® said…
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart..

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.. Is'nt it true !
Thu Dec 04, 02:25:00 PM
Karachiite said…
oki!! i know yaar!! to one person u mite b the world!!
Sun Dec 07, 12:30:00 AM
LostWorld said…
Thanks for your wishes, I was not in town. My wife is not well, just saw your comment.
Thanks
Just Chill
Sat Jan 03, 09:36:00 AM
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