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Language of Love


This ain't just my name written in Urdu. It's a secret that we shared for quite long. Long enough to call it a lifetime.

Life used to be a synonym of you. I remember the day when I asked you to teach me Urdu. Little did I know, I was asking you to stay in my heart forever. You did stay. I did stay. We both stayed. In each other's heart.

Then came the day when you left. Quietly. In Sleep. Silent heart attack, they informed.

Since then, I breathe you in the letters you carved on infinite number of papers to make me learn Urdu. Some call it the beginning of our eternal love. Those imperfect lines drawn by me, trying to give them shapes of  Urdu words, remind me that our love was perfect. That we were perfect. That you are still here. Safe and sound. Inside my heart.

So… it is not just my name written in Urdu. It's a piece of you with me very much alive in the language of love.

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  1. Slothful Monkey5 December 2017 at 07:01

    Thank God you are back with a couple of wonderful posts.I am glad you wrote.

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    1. Nova21 January 2018 at 21:14

      Thank you so much for appreciating my work. It really means a lot. Much Love!

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