all ended on a random day.

I recently parted ways with someone— someone who was good, yet still left after breaking my heart. In one way or another, I must have broken their heart too. But was it necessary to break a heart? Theirs, or mine? Anyway, now there are only memories, and they live on in those memories.

"Bat man me chipaya unhe bataya na gaya

Hmne ek umr gujari par unhe bulaya na gya

Wo bohot pas hai mere magar fazao ki tarah

Hamne hath failaye magr unko daman me laya na gaya"