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banaati hai jo tu
wo yaadein jaane sang mere
kab tak chalein
inhi mein to meri
subah bhi Dhale,
shamein Dhalein,
mausam Dhaleinkhayalon ka shehar
tu jaane tere hone se hi
aabaad hai
hawayein haq mein
wohi hain aate jaate
jo tera naam lein.deti hain jo sadaayein
hawayein, hawayein
na jaane kya batayein
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Today, amidst the preparations for our haldi function and adorned in a radiant yellow gown, I found myself enveloped in a whirlwind of activity. Yet, despite the joyful chaos surrounding me, my mind wandered to thoughts of a certain MR. AJNABEE.
Amidst the laughter and festivities, a sense of unease gnawed at me, and I couldn't shake the question echoing in my mind: why was I feeling this way? Why was I haunted by thoughts of someone unfamiliar, amidst the familiarity of family and friends?
Kya hogaya hai mujhe ek andekha sa insaan mujhe is tarah pagal kar raha hai?
Lekin abb woh insaan mujhe undekha sa nahin lagta woh woh.......... Mujhe sha... Shayan jaisa lagta hai.
Par aise kaise ho sakta hai?
Thinking about all this samiha entered in my room and take me to the garden area where the function will be held .
As haldi was applied and laughter filled the air, I couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion amidst the celebration.
Was it fate's whims or mere coincidence that led my mind astray? Amidst the vibrant colors and jubilant atmosphere, I longed for clarity amidst the haze of uncertainty.
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