A beautiful evening this is. I came home early. Sitting on terrace with my laptop. The heat has cooled down. It’s breezing gently. It’s end of May. Perhaps we have already past the hottest days of the year. Monsoon will be around in a couple of weeks.
I can call it a perfect evening. I’ve switched off my phone. No one around to break my peace. A perfect weather to scribble some random lines. Peace, ephemeral, yet heavenly.
What are the worries that hung around all the day? Not a trifle certainly. Like Meer calls it, “ishq ek ‘Meer’ bhari patthar hai, ye kab tujh naatawaaN se uth’ta hai..” Those worries stay around. Despite this peace. Just waiting for this peace spell to wear off..
Love is one huge stone, O Meer! How could you weak lift it up?