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// How love changes seasons // Watching another da

// How love changes seasons // Watching another day of my life sinking, I was reminded of the cafe we used to meet to sip coffee and stories
seeking each other in lost trails. 
Listening to our favourite song "tumse milna, baatein karna, bada acha lagta hai."
You never let me pay the bills telling me that the owner is my friend and I never bothered to go and ask him neither I felt that there's a need to do so. 
But something that keeps me going  even after I lost you as a living truth is that you died serving for the cafe and your father lost his breaths repaying loans of cafe as that cafe was a dream of your mother and sister who died in an accident.
I still run that cafe, not for you, but for the legacy of love, unfulfilled. 
And now radio plays "hum tum kitne pass hai, kitne door hai chaand sitaare."....
// How love changes seasons // Watching another day of my life sinking, I was reminded of the cafe we used to meet to sip coffee and stories
seeking each other in lost trails. 
Listening to our favourite song "tumse milna, baatein karna, bada acha lagta hai."
You never let me pay the bills telling me that the owner is my friend and I never bothered to go and ask him neither I felt that there's a need to do so. 
But something that keeps me going  even after I lost you as a living truth is that you died serving for the cafe and your father lost his breaths repaying loans of cafe as that cafe was a dream of your mother and sister who died in an accident.
I still run that cafe, not for you, but for the legacy of love, unfulfilled. 
And now radio plays "hum tum kitne pass hai, kitne door hai chaand sitaare."....
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