Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Shaam bhi udas hogi raat bhi udas hogi,Kafan me lipti meri laash hogi...
Ae dafna ke janewalon unse keh do,Qabar me bhi unki tasvir mere saath
hogi....
