Sumbul — The Dream
हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले
— मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब
This is not a memory anymore—it has become something quieter, something harder to name.
Only its shadow remains: a soft presence in empty moments, a familiar ache hidden inside ordinary days.
What once felt close now lives far away, between the silence of what was never said and the dream that was never allowed to finish.
Still, somewhere in the heart, it remains—not as a promise, but as a beautiful trace of what was once real.
