i just wanted to thank to her , for her help , i sent her an SMS , Oh she replied , very fast, very very fast. i felt happy may be more than that. as happy as i used to be when in autumn evening me and my mother used to burn leaves to make fire for the kangri(kangri is a firepot used to keep warm by kashmiris in wintet) twilight. she repliid that me she injured her foot , then i callled her up, she didnot picked her phone. then i started thinking she did not like my calling. i was not right , after just 15 minutes she called me, and we talked about for a long. some times what one thinks is not true.but the thinking never stops and one despite getting satisfied in life still find satisfaction incomplete, can i say 'empty'.
As Ghalib a poet in urdu has said that there are thousand desires for every desire i can die for, no doubt my many of my desires got fullfilled but still they are in less number
meanwhile the whether today is gloomy , but a gloomness which one feels cozy or may be like my girl friend whose voie make me feel like dying ember