Lemon CheeseCake

Old books are classy, the unpleasant moist smell and rough edges of the pages that have been touched by so many hands are a memoir of the lives they have touched. When your teardrop leaves a mark right next to that of a complete stranger, hundreds or perhaps millions of miles away, you somehow understand what they felt and what made them feel that way. Old books create a mysterious association among people who have never met, and probably never would. Old books carry so much beauty within them.

Har ek banna phirta hai thakedaar mera, Jab se hata hai sar se saya tera. bohat rooti hun tujhey yaad karke, bari mushkil se sooti hun  tujhey yaad karke, Agar jana hi tha tu mujhe saath le jaati, ju wadda kiya tha usko tu nibhati, dar lagta hai har ek baat se ab tu, toh nahi hai pass ab ju, bohat rooti hun tujhey yaad karke, bari mushkil se sooti hun  tujhey yaad karke, kabhi lout kar ju asakey tu, Ek baar seenay se laga sake ju, shayad bhul jao'n sab ghum mein bhi, shayad muskarao'n phir mein bhi, bohat rooti hun tujhey yaad karke, bari mushkil se sooti hun  tujhey yaad karke,

I saw you in my dream last night, still so beautiful, so sprite. While tracing the outline of your wounds I asked, if they still hurt? You looked at me and replied , "They look the same as before, but I don't feel a thing anymore". "Me too", I smiled.

Everyone heard her laugh uncontrollably, yet no one noticed the deep sigh that followed. Her high spirits made me wonder, how often she cried herself to sleep. She being there for everyone, only proved that no one ever did for her. That girl has a story. A story, I want to know and if I am lucky enough to become a part of.

that day I got home drenched in rainwater, on a perfectly sunny afternoon. ... It was one of those evenings she liked, when the wind made her hair dance all over her face, when it felt like a scene right out of a movie. That evening she stood there, gasping for air, as the wind blew everything away. ... it 

She smiled at me, trying to hide the hint of tears in those beautiful brown eyes. I smiled right back at her, pretending I didn't notice. If she wanted me to know she'd tell me, I thought. ... All the while she hoped for me to ask, just once.

Humans heal. Sometimes, it takes longer. Sometimes, it takes forever.