FITOOR
When I say "YEH FITOOR MERA LAYA MUJHKO" ; Give it a shot while reading I speak of the passion that lives quietly within the heart — the little flame that turns ordinary souls into something extraordinary. For passion is not just a desire, it is a love, a madness, a reason to keep walking when the path fades away. It is the most beautiful possession a person can carry, for it does not only create who we become, but sometimes it also takes away the person we once were. Maybe life is nothing but a trade of moments — where to hold onto one dream, we sometimes have to let go of another. And perhaps, in the race of protecting the fire within, I forgot to protect the things that once kept me alive. There are nights when I sit by the window, alone with my thoughts and the silence of the world, listening to “Ye Fitoor Mera, Laaya Mujhko Hai Tere…” and I wonder — were the things I left behind truly meant to be lost, or were they the pieces of myself I gave away unknowingly? But then...