The best things with people who give memories are that they are the same people who give the best memories and the worst wounds.
Life with Kajri included the best moments of my life, but the wound she caused when she said goodbye, is still fresh as if it happened yesterday. To release this pain, I started writing poems and shayari but kept them to myself. After some time I started writing about her in my time of loneliness.
What followed was a book close to my heart, which I am sharing with the world now. The story from when I met her till she left me alone. You know what, it’s better to be alone then to be lonely.
I know somewhere Kajri would be looking at me and saying, “Mad!”