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Like a faded memory, this conversation came drifting out from some quiet corner of the night, where words are few and feelings speak louder.
There are two voices here. Kaash, who lives in every “ what if ”, and Khair, who knows how to let the things that hurt quietly fade away with one last drag of his cigarette…..
Kaash: Do you think she ever miss us?
Khair stayed quiet for a moment.
Then he lit a cigarette….
Khair: Pata nahi.
Kaash: Tumhe kya lagta hai?
Khair took a slow drag….
Khair: Jo lagta hai, zaroori thodi hai woh sach ho.
Kaash looked away…
Kaash: Kaash uss din usse jaane se rok leta.
Khair looked at him….
Khair: Aur agar rok lete?
Kaash: Pata nahi
Khair: Phir bhi?
Kaash: Pata nahi.
Khair smiled….
Khair: Exactly.
For a while, neither of them said anything.The cigarette kept burning between them….
Kaash: Tumhe yaad hai?
Khair: Kya?
Kaash: Woh last conversation.
Khair: Yaad hai.
Kaash: Phir tum itne normal kaise ho?
Khair looked at him.
Khair: Normal?
Kaash: Tumhe bura nahi lagta?
Khair: Lagta hai.
Kaash: Phir?
Khair: Phir kya?
Kaash: Phir tum khair kaise keh dete ho?
Khair looked at the cigarette between his fingers…
Khair: Kuchh to majbooriyan rahi hongi…
(He took another drag, looked away for a moment, and smiled like he was remembering something he had tried very hard to forget.)
Khair: Yun koi bewafa nahi hota…
Kaash went quiet…
After a while, he whispered,
Kaash: Kaash woh wapas aa jaaye.
Khair took another drag…
Khair: Aayega toh?
Kaash: I don’t know.
Khair: Phir?
Kaash: Kaash… bas aa jaaye.
Khair laughed softly…
Khair: Tumhe insaan chahiye ya purani kahani?
Kaash didn’t answer…
Kaash: Ek baat poochun?
Khair: Pooch.
Kaash: Tum sach mein move on kar chuke ho?
Khair looked at the burning end of the cigarette…
Khair: No.
Kaash: Phir?
Khair took one last drag…
Khair: Bas har raat usse yaad karna bhi toh zaroori nahi.
Kaash smiled….
Kaash: to fir kal yaad karein?
Khair smiled back….
Khair: Khair.
There are two voices here. Kaash, who lives in every “ what if ”, and Khair, who knows how to let the things that hurt quietly fade away with one last drag of his cigarette…..
Kaash: Do you think she ever miss us?
Khair stayed quiet for a moment.
Then he lit a cigarette….
Khair: Pata nahi.
Kaash: Tumhe kya lagta hai?
Khair took a slow drag….
Khair: Jo lagta hai, zaroori thodi hai woh sach ho.
Kaash looked away…
Kaash: Kaash uss din usse jaane se rok leta.
Khair looked at him….
Khair: Aur agar rok lete?
Kaash: Pata nahi
Khair: Phir bhi?
Kaash: Pata nahi.
Khair smiled….
Khair: Exactly.
For a while, neither of them said anything.The cigarette kept burning between them….
Kaash: Tumhe yaad hai?
Khair: Kya?
Kaash: Woh last conversation.
Khair: Yaad hai.
Kaash: Phir tum itne normal kaise ho?
Khair looked at him.
Khair: Normal?
Kaash: Tumhe bura nahi lagta?
Khair: Lagta hai.
Kaash: Phir?
Khair: Phir kya?
Kaash: Phir tum khair kaise keh dete ho?
Khair looked at the cigarette between his fingers…
Khair: Kuchh to majbooriyan rahi hongi…
(He took another drag, looked away for a moment, and smiled like he was remembering something he had tried very hard to forget.)
Khair: Yun koi bewafa nahi hota…
Kaash went quiet…
After a while, he whispered,
Kaash: Kaash woh wapas aa jaaye.
Khair took another drag…
Khair: Aayega toh?
Kaash: I don’t know.
Khair: Phir?
Kaash: Kaash… bas aa jaaye.
Khair laughed softly…
Khair: Tumhe insaan chahiye ya purani kahani?
Kaash didn’t answer…
Kaash: Ek baat poochun?
Khair: Pooch.
Kaash: Tum sach mein move on kar chuke ho?
Khair looked at the burning end of the cigarette…
Khair: No.
Kaash: Phir?
Khair took one last drag…
Khair: Bas har raat usse yaad karna bhi toh zaroori nahi.
Kaash smiled….
Kaash: to fir kal yaad karein?
Khair smiled back….
Khair: Khair.