“Chaand – Taare – Tumhari kitaab aur Chaai “
Hey stranger,
So,it’s 7th of june,
The day I’ve written my first blog on you.
One year? Is it?
Sometimes I don’t believe I know you from past one year, it feels like I know you from decades.
This weird journey of Craving Nirvana to Anubhav dawar is unforgettable. And I want to cage it in my words. So that no matter what happens further I will have these two-states memories with me..
So,From the very first interaction of ” Hey anubhav can we talk ” to ” Oyeee” And from there to ” Sunn na main soch rhaa rha tha…” ..
From “Sharing posts” to “Writing shaayari in inbox” while random conversations at 3AM..
From “Sharing memes” to “Sharing food pictures” without fail.
From saving your number as ” Mr writer ” to “Sharabi” and then from there to “Anubhav” ( sucking block it was) .
From thinking what to say to saying what we think.
From saying ” Will talk later ” While crying to asking ” Tu theek hai? ”
From ” Stalking you everywhere ” to ” Selecting pictures for your DP”
From “Greeting well mannered” to saying ” Mera bass chale toh gala daba doon main tumhara ” ..
From saying “You can count on me” to ” Tu nirvana ki reader hi theek thi, kese gaaliyaan deti ab ” ..
From crying over ex’s to making fun of them ” (Prakashit ho jayeega )
From ” Hating humans” To ” Yeh kittii cute haii yaaar” . .
From “Hesitant texts” to some “Useless senseless gossip daily” ( approx 20days out of 365 we weren’t in touch)
From being there in my “Inbox” to eating my peace of mind having “Sukoooon as dessert”..
From seeing ” Intense side” to “An impatient kid” in you ..
I’ve successfully wasted my one year. .
So, hey Mr stranger ( dieng to call Mr. Writer) ,
You aren’t stranger anymore..
Now I guess I know you thoda thoda..
Now I know your craziness for mountains and food, your feelings for words, your favourite chocolate icecream, your love for shoes and cars, your butter chicken and garlic naan, your pasta recipe, your midnight cravings, your taste in music, your weekend vibe waali peg, your dream of going Canada, your book in maximum libraries, your mountain waali tattoo, your sleepless nights and days full of naps, your office to your books, your ignorance for humans, your love for traveling and the list goes on..
Well, enough is enough now.. I can’t give you this much happiness, cause you don’t deserve this from my side only because of ruining my head and igniting my midnight cravings.
Rest,, Thank you for holding such a cute part of my life,
Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for believing in me ” Tu toh sher hai ladne mein, yeh GD kya chiz hai” ,
And thank you craving Nirvana for wishing me on my birthday ( this anubhav you know is soo egoist he didn’t even wish me , huuhh) ..
It’s only you who said ” Thank you for existing ” Nobody ever said this to me. Not even my parents..
Well the complain list won’t last, but I don’t wanna fight like I always do..
So yeah, in this one year of strangeness I’ve collected many cute online memories..
Hoping to meet you someday, and will listen to your best of best collections in your voice ( do send me something in your voice, cause main bhoolna nahin chahti) ..
And yes.. Of all the weird dreams I have,
” Chaand – Taare – And your book in one hand with your autograph and chai in another ” Is constant..
I want you to do this , I want you to fulfill all your dreams, I want your name on the list of 100 best writers in India. I want you to never give up on anything. I want the world to wait for your single “Hie”. And I believe you will do that.
No matter I will be there or not, but trust me I’ll be the happiest when you’ll achieve what you deserve. .
Till then..
I hate you the most..
But..
” Ho shaam ka sama, chaand aur taare bhi ho wahan ,
Tumhare alfaazon mein lipte panne bikhre ho jahan,
Kuch sukhe patton ke bookmark bhi lage ho wahan,
Mujhe uss sukoon ki talash hai, Tum panno mein milo jahan..
Har panne pe chinar ho, har aakhir mein ho “jaana”.
Dard pe khaamosh ho hawaa, ishq pe sharmaayein fizza,
Mujhe uss jannat ki talash hai,Tum panno mein milo jahaan..!!! “💫
Kritika Srivastava