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Last night...

Last night when I stood there, millions of unrelated thoughts kept coming and vanishing from my head. I was not able to hold on any one of them. I tried for a while and then lost to myself. They stood near me and kept talking to each other. I tried to listen to them but everything seemed incomprehensible.

With my back towards one of the 26/11 targets I rested both my hands on the cemented railing and gazed at the sea. Before I could realize I was already playing with the shimmering reflection of light in the sea. Focussing...defocussing...focussing again. And the streaks of light grew bigger and smaller like a wriggling snake in water. In the background the small boats bobbed up and down with beautiful irregularities, each one of them following its own rhythm. I smiled... Its not always that I notice such things.
Aaj kal mein dhal gaya, din hua tamaam.
Tu bhi so ja, so gayi rang bhari shaam.

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