A quiet rain. A louder memory.
“Ek Baar Waqt Se, Lamha Gira Kahin,
Wahan Daastan Mili, Lamha Kahin Nahi.”
It was raining today.
Not heavy rain. Just that slow, soft kind of baarish that makes everything feel calm. I was sitting in the balcony with a cup of chai, listening to music, and this line came up.
“Ek baar waqt se, lamha gira kahin…Wahan Daastan Mili, Lamha Kahin Nahi”
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And for a second, everything stopped.
How can something so simple hit so hard?
We all lose moments. Small ones. Big ones.
Moments we didn’t even realise were important, until they were gone.
But later, in a quiet moment like this, we remember. And with that memory comes a story. A feeling. A full daastan…
The moment itself is gone. But the feeling? Still there.
And that’s what this rain reminded me of…
Of people I’ve drifted away from… Of words I never said… Of a version of myself I haven’t met in a long time…
It doesn’t hurt, exactly. But it stays with you.
Like a soft weight on your heart.
Somewhere between the sound of rain and an old song, we find those lost lamhe again, not to change anything, just to feel them one more time.
