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Faces....

I meet someone new.... I notice the face...
I meet someone I know... I notice the face...
I meet someone when I look in the mirror... I notice the face...

Those lines... those scars... laughlines, dimples, eyes (reds, pinks, yellows, whites and advanced whites), lips, nose, brows, ears and so much more... The faces tell them all... Can faces lie?

I got this mail... from an old friend... and yes, I could feel a change... the words after all determine a person... So I being rude like I am always... asked what has caused the change and who is the person responsible... and this prompted an amazingly acidic reply....

Quoting...
Tumhaare khat mein nayaa ek salaam kiskaa thaa
Naa thaa rakeeb to aakhir woh naam kiskaa thaa
Rah'aa naa dil mein woh bedard, aur dard rahaa

I went back home and noticed my face... after a long long time...
I noticed how time is wearing me... I know that with an attitude like mine... I am going to suffer and it is going to be a long one...

wafa karenge, nibhaayenge, baat maanenge
tumhe bhi yaad hai kuchh, yeh kalaam kiska thaa

I am a disaster in this world... People walk away from me and I let them...
I hate myself for the fool I am... I love myself for the fool I am...
I am indispensable to myself...

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