Dil Dhundta Hey! Naila Hina

A man is knocking on your door in the rain, and he’s in tears. 

It's your ex.

He's begging you to give him another chance, just one last chance. He says he loves you and that you're the love of his life.  

Open the door and welcome him with open arms. 

Shut the door in his face...no way. 

Make your choice and let's move forward... ----------------

CRIPPLED BY THE CIRCUMSTANCES TO LAND IN SOME SOUP OR CAPITALISING UPON IT TO STAGE SOME COUP; THE CHOICE IS YOURS.

Retaining the treasures or relishing the togetherness I so sincerely sought,

eluded me time and again and never came my way despite the tearful trails etched all along the tracks.

Those tremors of dejection with my every attempt,

running from pillar to post;

are for the sheer honestly digest that they never belonged to mine.

Nothing can snatch that rare share of satisfaction refining and rejuvenating my emotions and awareness,

upon my resurrection from the scratches,

without concern over the count of times my travails and toils,

that fell flat or went undermined.

Every tale or teaser of treading towards the tower has that trademark content and component of the trauma on being toppled over for umpteen number of times.

Life is some calibrated test of truncate and torment,

the top of the totem pole is never reached through tailor-made tunnels.

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