I remember her playing the same song at exact 3 in the morning. Every day when dawn is just about to break and reach her balcony.
It’s dark and I can’t make features of her from my balcony. I see her curly hair and I want to see her under my constellation. I let the stars to make their way to her face.
In dim light I could see her lips humming the song. We both lit a cigarrete and started taking puff. She waits for me to humm the song together.
Her body tone makes me do that. Her arms are wrapped around her legs as she sits. I have never seen such a crazy women but my heart wants to belong to her.
Is she a lie? I reminded myself no you shouldn’t go there. Arpit patted my back and said so jaa bey, kl subah bhut kaam h….. I told him everything about her and he said the apartment is closed from one year. The girl you are seen is dead… so jaaa.
@Vishakha Verma