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Tere Khat

Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalaata kaise,
Pyaar mein doobe huey khat main jalaata kaise,
Tere haathon ke likhe khat main jalaata kaise,
Jinko duniyaa ki nighaahon se chupaaye rakhaa,
Jinko ek umr kaleje se lagaaye rakhaa,
Deen jinhe jinko imaan banaaye rakhaa,
Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalaata kaise,
Jinkaa har lafz mujhe yaad paani ki tarah
Yaad they mujh ko jo paigaame jubaani ki tarah,
Mujhko pyaare they jo anmol nishaani ki tarah,
Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalaata kaise,
Tune duniyaa ki nighaahon se bach kar likhe,
Saal-ah-saal mere naam baraabar likhe,
Kabhi din mein to kabhi raat ko uth kar likhe,
Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalaata kaise,
Pyaar mein doobe huey khat main jalaata kaise,
Tere haanthon ke likhe khat main jalaata kaise,
Tere khat aaj main ganga bahaa aayaa hoon,
Aag behte huey paani mein lagaa aayaa hoon.

We wrote 72 letters each to our school addresses. That was 10th, 11th and 12th. And I thought that I had found my partner for life. All those letters that I let go of...after I had no hatred left for you. After you left, leaving me all alone.. I hated you with an intensity that made me inhuman. People still remember me with shock and awe.. the way I was then. I remember the only trip I ever made to Ganges which still flows in Kanpur... was to cremate the letters. Inspired by these lines...I did that foolishness.

It was nice to see your handwriting once in a while. It was nice to smell the paper your hand had once graced. I still have your half yellow handkerchief that I stole from you. I still have your 17 mails. But I have no news of you. Yesterday I listened to these lines at home on my new Sony Machine. And you flooded me with memories all night. It was you and me and I did not want to come to office today. I am still infatutaed with you.. as you said once. I will put that one article which took IITK by storm when it was published.

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