Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin

Bidding adieu with eyes is one of the most beautiful and painful things.When eyes and hearts do the talking for lips you cannot deny the truth or fake yourselves. All love stories that do not have a happy ending become much more beautiful once they accept the truth.But letting go the person you love is actually what love demands.

Lo Tay Hai Ke Pyaar Nahin

Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin

Lo Tay Hai Ke Pyaar Nahin

Phir Bhi Nazarein Na Tum Milaana

Dil Ka Aitbaar Nahin

In this song ,where Abhi and Bindu let their eyes speak, a trail of memories rush to him, when he sees her beautiful pair of eyes drenched in rain.They are not friends nor lovers, yet there is this nameless relation between them that pulls them towards each other.

raaste mein jo miloon to

haath milaane ruk jaana

saath mein koi ho tumhaare

door se hi tum muskaana

Letting go is never easy, but when you do that let there be no traces of hatred in your meetings, even if it is from a distance.Never let your past hurt others and that's what Abhi and Bindu did by choosing their ways and respecting each other's decision. Even the book that he wrote , which is supposed to be published was only shown to Bindu, because she is the only one who has the right for it.So he let the"phool jo band hai pannon mein to,/usko dhool bana dena".In a world where "happily ever after"s are praised,there are some relations where an invisible connection hold your hands and make you dance weirdly in the rain like Abhi and Bindu. And some day in a corner of some drawer,when we find the picture of that person,once again, it's that same journey of thorns,in that street of flowers.That face which makes you accept the truth and let go even if it aches, because you know it is that one face and pain that intoxicates you and that inspires you.

A.C

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