Archive for August, 2017

The second heartbreak

August 19, 2017

​I remember. It was our very early days. It was about very first time when you’d said you’d like to spend your whole life with me (you knew I was married with a son). I was still thinking of my son, and you went on like “what use of it all if you can’t be mine..”

It was the first time it was a heartbreak for me, not because I was sorry I wasn’t free, but because ‘you’ – whom I loved the most in the world of God – too thought of me as something to be possessed.

I remember I stood there singing “hum hain mata e koocha o baazar ki tarah..” and second heartbreak was you didn’t understand why I was singing that.

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