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I met Tara again,
and this time I knew her name.

But still we chose a role to play, this time she neither became Mona darling,
nor I became the Don, in vain. (jise barah mulko ki police dhund rahi hai)
This time we were Tara and Ved,
As we are now much mature than before.

This time she didn’t meet me at Corsica or at a book store.
This time we didn’t set any rules ( like only ding dong is allowed ).
This time we didn’t crave for a meeting after a long. (I know its a lie)

I didn’t compare her with anyone ( Durr khadi sapno ki Malika).
I didn’t want separation this time.
I didn’t want to break this time.
I didn’t ask Tara to stay or leave.
I just asked Tara to listen to me.
Because I know where it goes
(Kaha Chala Dil ka Rasta bin kadmo ke) .
I asked about her childhood,
But didn’t tell her that when
I killed my own childhood.
I knew what Tara went through
Within these 2 years without seeing me.
She might have lost all her hopes.
But this time Tara didn’t talk about hopes.
This time Tara told me “I know the uncertainty of this world Ved,
But your subtle significance has still acted like a light to me,
Which I followed through these 2 long years,
I knew that I will meet you at the end of the day,
I didn’t speak to anyone in-depth of this dilemma,
That I didn’t even want to tell your name,
( Bina naam ke kirdaar ki kahani Kon sunta hai Ved?)” And I again looked into her eyes,
I can spend years or say my whole life,
Meet me, Tara at the shore on the next side.
Let me find myself first,
Let me get out of this rat race first,
Let me make my family understand first,
Let me decide the ending of this story first.

And even in this whole narration, again Ved focussed every time on himself, starting probably every sentence with the “I”. And still, I found Tara, a person of few words, or say a few phrases. ( Who knew how to give spaces and time to heal in the place first).
Tara is the one who knew and told me
“Yeh tum nahi ho Ved, yeh sab nakli hai !” I will meet you, Tara again.
But let me scream once again
“Kaha ho tum Tara!”

9 years of Tamasha

“Agar tum saath ho”

There are times when you want to keep some things sacred, keep it close to you and you don't feel like sharing it with anyone.
This song is that something for me, not something, its the main thing where you have hidden your longing, pain and most importantly, love.
This is that song which you can listen to quite often but this is the same corner where you visit on fewer nights.
Where you wanna go daily but you don’t because you know that lane is beautiful yet difficult.
You keep it alive as a source of energy which keeps you alive.
Its like that fireplace on a winter night in snow from where you don’t wanna go far away nor you wanna go close because you know you will burn.
Sometimes you will burn and turn into ashes, you will see the ashes flowing in the wind as they are free, free to fly, free to feel, free to go there where your heart is stuck. Stuck on that note of music where you know something is coming, coming close enough to change everything.

That’s how this song touches me and changes everything from the physical place to my mental place of being.
Agar tum saath ho!✨❤️

Almost all of us are being sentimental about 2019—and realizing that it's five years ago, it still gives us reason to be sad and sorrowful about the life we once had before the pandemic hit. I think the common denominator we all had was that, our lives stopped last 2020; it changed our plans, it ruined our scheme, it ended relationships and worst, it ended lives. We grieved, but we can't share it to people we trust outside our home, because we weren't allowed to go out like we used to. We became so cautious, we became anxious. And if there's one thing that became contagious the same time as the pandemic happened, it's the anxiety. With the death toll raising day after day, I know most of us were thinking about our own death.

Admit it or don't, we all had our fair share of anxiety during those times—from thinking what would happen if we got sick, down to will we get through this or was this already the apocalypse, we had thought more scenarios than our brains can ever do. The stress it caused to us can still be seen in some areas and aspects of our lives, and we are still trying to recover from it. And the distance it created for us to be safe was so wide, it felt like we were isolated from one another literally and metaphorically speaking.

But if there's one important thing we learnt from this shared experience, it's to live a healthy live and live it to the fullest. To always let your people know how much you love them, because we don't know what will happen—we are all clueless what lies ahead.

We missed 2019, yes, because that was when everything, somehow, went on with our plans. Things back then was so normal, not until the fear caused by the year 2020 occurred. Some people we laughed with last 2019 became the reasons why we are still crying now, because they can't be with us anymore.

We've been through a lot—2019 felt like a lifetime away, but I hope we can still go on with life. This year's about to end in just a month, and it's a year away—again—from that year we last felt the "normal" in our lives✨🪷

You don't need to do anything just to prove your presence—your existence is already grand and divine, and it's so special I don't have the exact words to describe it. You're a walking miracle when I could no longer see hope around me—you entered my world as a blessing and offered me another chance in living. You're the one to start giving meaning to this heartbeats of mine once more that I thought were just thumps in my chest for no reason. Every waking day finally made sense, and every night of sleep is peaceful—to be loved by you is a magic in this reality, a dream in actuality.

I'm just glad you exist—and there's no other way to express my happiness, but to love you until the end of time; until I cease to exist. And if given another chance to love you again, I'll do in each lifetime I'll be in—over and over again✨❤️

If you let me fuck ur ass, there's a good chance I'm going to make you sit on my lap and hold u down while pressing a wand against ur clit to see how well u can handle overstimulation😉💦

I want to have you on my lap, your back against my chest as you face the mirror in front of us and watch my fingers rub your clit before slowly sinking into you. Look at yourself, princess, watch how pretty you look when I fuck you. Look at your thighs, your hips, your breasts, watch how your body reacts to my touch. You're a masterpiece, did you know that? Such a beautiful girl and you're all mine, can you see that? You love when I tell you how pretty you are, don't you? You're so wet, sweet girl, taking my fingers like a good girl as I mark your neck, kissing and biting your skin so you think of me when you stand in front of a mirror again. 😉💦

I won't always lend a hand, and that won't mean I'm abandoning you just like that. I'll still be here—looking after you—but there will be times that you need to be an aid for yourself and be your own rescue. I want you to learn, realize, and reflect on things on your own will and decision, but rest assured I won't leave you alone—when you face a defeat, I'll be here to cry with you; when you need some cheer, I'll constantly root for you. What I want is for you to not depend on anyone, but to yourself, because there will be times that I myself will be so empty that I can't really be of help; that I won't have anything to pour just to fill your empty cup.

At the end of the day, even if there are lots of people to offer their hands to you, if you won't help yourself, that won't make any sense. Nobody can save you, but yourself. Others are just supporters in your story—they will just be guide when you need other's opinions, suggestions, or advice. The main person to take the superhero role for you is you; you're the one to find your cure, your medicine, the ways to mend, and proper process to heal🍁

Thinking about you bent over the side of the bed while I’m on my knees behind you, tongue running up from ur clit to ur hole and back down. Feeling you get wetter against my face with every stroke until you are dripping down my chin. My hands pressed against ur thighs, keeping you spread as I start to focus my mouths attention to ur clit while my nose grazes ur wet pussy. Getting intoxicated with ur scent so much I moan into you because I can’t get enough. Your whines filling the room as you grinds back against my face urging me for more. Running my hands up ur thighs to smack your ass hard, then rub it so you knows all I want is to please you🤤🤤