untitled bottled up feelings
it's quarter past one and I just completed watching 'My Name is Khan' after almost exactly a year I and the person who is no more with me had promised to see it..together. didn't keep the promise, couldn't, just like the abundant promises we made and din't keep, you..me..us
missed her, miss her during movies, miss her every time, her presence, her constant support and (nagging to be with her foreva, love you foreva she used to write, forever say) but she went away..
she probably din't understand how much I needed her to be there, need her. Or may be I hurt her too much when she was there or maybe she could not identify how long foreva was..
The movie was very good. SRK no words to describe, Kajol you are evergreen particularly the scene where Mandira hugs her son's dead body crying: " come back to me baby" got me crying.
i miss holding onto her skinny arms, resting on her shoulder and choking up shamelessly, she pacifying me in spite of her eyes full to the brim with tears!
seenein mein ajib sa dard hua jab tumne mujhe chora, woh dard abhi bhi hai..
thank you for giving me memories I can get reminiscent and write about, in return, i pray that somebody you love never treats you as nobody someday..
if i had known everything I've learned, i might have been a better partner..foreva
