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Rewind - October 2020

I took a break from social media in October. It was therapeutic. I have realized I can't be a part of a race. And social media does look like one. I know what makes me happy. And I want to do all those things. Writing makes me happy. Posting all my writings on social media is irrelevant to it. Unlike everyone around me who wants to have a house by a certain date, have kids before 35, have a European vacation once a year, I don't have time-bound goals. I want to write books, travel the world, write songs, get my career back on track but I will not lose my sanity over it. I will work. If I will achieve my goals, good. If not, I still want to enjoy the process. On that note, I wrote the following in October.

Date

Content

10/03/2020

At the end of the evening, your cologne on my neck smells like poetry.

10/04/2020

सारी शाम यही सोचती रही,

कि कभी तुम मेरे बारे में भी सोचते हो क्या?

10/05/2020

रोज़ जलती है लाखों चिताएँ यहाँ

अंदर ही अंदर जब लोग घुट-घुट कर मरते हैं


अफ़सोस हैसियत की बात वो करते है

जो जेब में नोट रखते है जिगरा नहीं


ये जो आग है ना मेरे अंदर

नदी झरना नही, सिर्फ़ कोई सैलाब बुझा सकता है 

10/06/2020

फूँक रहे है ज़िन्दगी को सिगरेट की तरह

वो खत्म होती जा रही है और हम खोखले


Phoonk rahe hai zindagi ko sigret ki tarah

Wo khatm hoti jaa rahi hai aur hum khokhale


Strength in women is misconstrued as an act of rebellion.

10/09/2020

इश्क़ में नाराज़गियाँ भी

इश्क़ की तरह ख़ूबसूरत होती हैं

10/27/2020

ज़िंदगी की इक रिवायत बताते है 

रिश्ते वही रहते हैं बस लोग बदल जाते है

10/29/2020

शहर में इक अफ़वाह सी है

कि आज भी तुझे मेरी परवाह सी है

10/30/2020

चाय के शौक़ीन तो आज भी उतने ही है 

बस हर चुस्की में स्वाद कम याद ज़्यादा आती है अब

Love,

Saru

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