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Karishma was sitting on the bed, in her otherwise dark room except for the dim light of her bedside lamp, with her legs and a photo album cuddled to her chest, tears were streaming down from her eyes endlessly. A few minutes later she opened that album whose title page says 'KARISHMA'S WORLD' in big letters right in its center while upper left and the lower right bottom was beautifully decorated with borders or printed pink flowers and green vines.

Turning the first page, she looked at the innocent smiles of two little girls of four years dressed in a white shirt and blue skirt of uniform, hands on each other's shoulders. One had her hair tied in two ponytails while the other one had tied her hair in a ponytail at her back. The picture is captioned as, 'Our first step in the outer world together' Karishma chuckled through her tears and placed her fingers at the smile of the one with a ponytail at her back and added, "I had attended my very first academic institute with you only and........even my last one too...." With that, someone's scream echoed at the back of her mind and a fresh set of tears streamed down from her chin on the album followed by her hysteric cries as she had once again clenched her album to her chest.

Rabba Vey.....

Terrii Duniya Merey Rabba
Kun Mujhey He Raas Nahe

Dill Tootay Kohi Jhoorey
Rahe Kohi Aass Nahe

Zikham Pheley Mitey Naa
Aa Kay Or Detey Hai

Mano Jin Ko Saharaa
Wohe Choor Detey Hain

Meri Taqdeeron Mei Likhya
Molaa! Toh Hi Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utrii
Rida! Tu He Oorh Dey

Merrii Taqdeeron Mei Likhya
Mola! Toh He Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utrrii
Rida! Tu He Oorh Dey

Outside the closed doors of her room, Pushpa ji was roaming here and there extremely worried rubbing her hands and looking at her wristwatch and the door of her house again and again. Two minutes later, a smart mature looking boy dressed in grey dress pants and a light blue colored simple plain collar shirt with glasses on his face entered the lounge with a handbag in his hand which he had put of the sofa and asked, "Amma what happened? Why you had called my in so hurry? Is Karishma Alright? Where is she?" he threw numerous questions on her getting equally worried as his mother is. "Shorya!! Beta, Karishma.....i .....i asked her to try to be happy.....but .....it....it went wrong....she, she had locked herself in her room and is continuously crying......I am afraid of a relapse...." Pushpa ji completed with great difficulty with a shivering voice and tears threatening to drop down from her eyes. "Amma, Amma! Relax!! Sit here..." he made her sit on the sofa nearby and poured her a glass of water. After she was calmed down, he added, "Don't worry.....nothing will happen to her.....she had come very far with this and had learned to hold herself. You should go and have a rest.....i am with her." "But beta....." Pushpa ji tried helplessly unable to make her heart strong. "Amma, I am not only her husband but her psychologist too.....trust me on this," Shorya added confidently holding his mother's hand and looking directly in his eyes who nodded and left for her room. Shorya pushed their room door slightly and found her on her study table writing her diary. He took a deep breath and closed the door back knowing it was the most right thing to do at that moment.

Haley Dill Howa Aisay Dard Ki Lehar Jaisay
Jiska Na Alaag Koi Dard Yeh Zehar Jesay

In her room, with the pen in her hand on one of the pages of a thick diary, with tears streaming down from her eyes and wetting the page underneath, she was putting her heart on the paper.

My Dear Haseena

In the Past ten years, I haven't spent a single moment without your memories, they are the only reason for my breaths, but I am tired now. My patience is getting over......I wish fate haven't played that dirty game with me......I wish I could break my promise. I was hoping that with each passing moment I will forget you and will move ahead of your memories but even with my endless tries for doing that I am unable to do so. Until this day, I had accepted whatever fate throws at me but I am feeling a very strong urge to wish you back again......but I won't do that....that's the irony of my life that I can't even wish the one person I loved the most in this whole world, back in my life as I know it would be fatal for you......I can't be selfish to risk your life for my peace and pleasure.......With Amma and Shorya ji in my life, I can neither even wish death.......You always used to solve my every problem.....Please do it once again.....tell me Haseena what I should do......

The pen dropped down from between her fingers, placing her head down there only she continues sobbing with closed eyes drowned in beautiful memories of her dear Haseena.

Khaalipan Yun Utray Hai Ban Kay Ik Kahr Jesay

Merey Is Indherey Mei Koi Nay Sehar Jaisa

Dey Nay Koi Dilasa Gum Pe Ghor Detey Hainn

Mano Jiskoh Sahara Wohi Chor Detey Hain

Meri Taqdeeron Mei Likhya

Mola! Toh He Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utrii

Rida! Tu Hi Oorh Dey

Meri Taqdeeron Mei Likhya

Mola! Toh Hi Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utrii

Rida! Tu He Oorh Dey

On another side in Jaipur, Haseena was still sitting in her car, outside her house putting her head on the steering wheel while tears were flowing from her closed eyes. Few Minutes later, she raised her, picked up a digital video camera from her dashboard, inserted a memory card in it. Wiped her tears, placed it in front of her on the dashboard once again switching it on, and started recording herself,

Hello Crescent!!

Today, one more city has been added to my searched city list pushing me to the edge of utter hopelessness, and tomorrow I am moving to Lukhnow. I know I should not break the promise which I had given to my Ammi......I know Lukhnow could prove fatal for me...... But now I am fed up.....I can't take this anymore. For the past ten years, I had been living my life on the support of just an essence- a strange unidentified soul feeling I named crescent. I am fed up with this lonely life....let alone living humans even death refused to accept me......Crescent, I don't know who you are and where you are but one thing I know for sure is that we both are connected through souls so, I am wishing you from Allah to come in front of me live in flesh and blood before I lose myself forever........

Putting her hand on the camera screen, she wiped away her tear-stricken face, once again removed the memory chip, and put it back in her bag. She then lied back down on the driving seat only, in order to spend another sleepless night.

Dastak Bina Aayee Gum Bi Ajeeb Hain

Jaantey Nahe Hai Inko Phr Bi Ku Naseeb Hain

Hath Jisney Thama Tha Wohe Na Howe Apnay

Haal Tohe Jaaney Rabba Tuhi qareeb Hai

Tujko He Abb Kahun Bas Dukh Ye or Detey Hain

Mano Jisko Sahara Wohe Chor Detey Hain

Meri Taqdeeron Mei Likhya
Mola! Toh He Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utri
Rida! Tu He Oorh Dey

Meri Taqdeeron Mei Likhya
Mola! Toh Hi Morr Dey

Merey Naseebon Ki Utri
Rida! Tu He Oorh Dey

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