The Story of Guruub:
Khidki kholi, zara baahar jhaanka,
ke shaam dhalni shuru ho chuki hai.
Kuch der hui,
ke hawao.n ne raftaar pakad li hai,
aur duur-duur tak
koi ba-khauf inke raaste mei.n haail nahi.n…
“It was an ordinary day, nothing special at all, but, as dusk arrives, so does an inexplicable weight on your heart. Mind tries to make sense of it and today, again, it has attributed the burden to a not-so-recent heartbreak.
Or is it denial dressed in white?
“Just a little bit more, please?”
Soon enough, it turns towards rage, which is somehow always just a whisper away.
The image of long-lost love appears at a distance.
You want it so much.
It bothers you so much.
You run, mindlessly, until you realize that the image is a mirage and you’re stuck in a loop…
You run, not knowing anymore if it is towards or away from something…
“IT’S ALL THE SAME!”
You keep running, despite it all.
You laugh, and then you smile.
“This waltz is for you and me.”
And then, while you do the dance, you sing a song about waiting till eternity…
“cause you’re worth it”
The song of ‘love’ and ‘waiting’ is three parts you whining about your state and one part you reminding yourself that, at the end of it all, this is all going to be worth it.
Guruub… the ‘dying’ – and not quite ‘death’ just yet – of light.”