My heart taught me that missing someone is a very real ache. It comes from a place where another heart has touched my own and left a permanent imprint.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
Har aahat ehsas hamara Dilaegi, har hawa qissa hamara sunaegi, Hum itni yaade bhar denge aap k Dil me, na chahte hue bhi aap ko yaad hamari aaegi. I miss u, do u?
