dil

Thodi thodi hai sabki suni, Thoda kuch toh sab ne kaha, Thoda thoda samjha bhi magar, Dil ye maane kaha. I know I was late, but one morning in 2018 I found a piece of Prateek's dil on my Daily Mix - and it has been mine ever since - he stole my entire heart, do I not deserve a piece of his? Every time I hear his voice on loop, a wormhole opens up - a whole new world that takes me inside myself - is that not the part of the universe we forget to explore? Kaisi ye dhun hai, Kho kar bhi kuch na mila. What am I made of? Is it not all the tiny cells who sing and dance and tap in unison - my ever-excited Oompa Loompas, my blood that flows like raindrops on a window sill - always confused about directions? Is it not about my veins that keep throbbing every tenth of a second, is it not my bones who manage to hold my structure together - every time I try to jump off the cliff of my anxiety? Prateek makes fun of my forgetfulness, he reminds me how I suck at roads and travel - how I have been ignorant all this time - the world can be compressed into a particle of dust and still can be as intense and overpowering like the Galaxy. The world is within? What even. He laughs again. Zalim samajhta nahi hai, Ye koi zubaan.