It won’t go according to plan though. Another two weeks and a bit more serious browsing later, you are still stumbling. ‘Ishq minnat kash-e qarar nahi/husn majboor-e intezar nahi’, err… WHAT?! But to be honest, what’s really been stabbing you is the constant suspicion that the poet’s messing with you, that there is a meaning lurking underneath which you’re not getting to, that you won’t get to—like, ever.
chiiTi chaDi pahaaD par.
chiiiiTi chaDi pahaaD par.
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