But our प्यार was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to संगीत no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own दिल rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own दिल beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if आप feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where आप stand, या walk, या lie, या dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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