Taruna Ghera

Come, rest your head on my shoulder, for this feels grey, warm and older. no other language I know except for this,  this very moment is a moment of bliss. I know that you're tired and hurt now, but I promise we'll make it somehow. Through all the days that leave us colder, Come, rest your head on my shoulder. I know how heavy at times it feels, I miss our conversations and shared meals. Now that I miss the place I called my home once, where we shared our thoughts and stolen glance. I can see that you want it, all of it, Don't want to put this to waste, even a bit, So let the world grow quiet for a while, come, rest your head, and stay awhile. After a while, you found a place to rest, called out my name, said this feeling's the best. I could see that you were relieved from the stress, Well! that was the whole point of it, I guess! It was time for us to finally leave,  mix of emotions, but hardest was to grieve, of this moment, of us, of your head on my shoulder, want hi...

He came in like an uninvited guest, yet somehow, his arrival felt like fate at its best. Nothing was planned, nothing was known, yet somehow their hearts found a way of their own. It started with teasing, a smile and a stare, then slowly became something neither could spare. What began as a joke, light, playful, and sweet, soon turned into something that felt incomplete. Whenever they parted, whenever they strayed, as though every distance made them afraid. There was honey on lips, there was light in their eyes, a sweetness that neither could quite disguise. They carried their own glow, their own golden hue, yet somehow the sweetest thing was what they both knew. Morning came softly, reminding them to part, but they stole one last sweetness straight from the heart. They had work, they had people, they had places to be, yet somehow, they always found time secretly. They fought and disagreed, they stumbled, they fell, but ran back to each other, as if under a spell. Back then, love was w...

“Yeah, my flight is tomorrow evening, and there’s still so much left to do. I’m gonna call you back,” I said to someone from work, before turning back to the checklist that still had far too many boxes left unchecked. “Iru?” Maa called from the kitchen. “Kal raste ke liye kya bana doon?” “Maa, flight mein hi kha lungi . Don’t worry.” Right then, my phone rang. Aditya calling... “Hey! What’s up? How’s the packing going?” “Don’t ask. Tiring. Confusing. Even worse than getting a CSAT at work. But who am I complaining to? The top performer of the month? Huh! What do you know?” I said, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “I didn’t call you to discuss work, silly. You’re leaving tomorrow. I’m getting anxious, but I’m also happy for you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. But tell me honestly, Ira. Are you really happy?” There was something about the conviction in his voice that made lying feel impossible. “Ads, to be really honest, I do want what I’m about to get tomorrow. Once I t...