Wordsmith’s Match “ Hum Toh Sirf aashiq thee, naa Jaane kB yeh aashiqee: fitoor Mein Badal gyee!” Dearest نور , Once again, I have started the thing you hate. Once again, I broke the vow. Sorry نور, but it seems as if the fact of pretending who I ain’t have started to wither. The whole “ Deceptive ” thing struck back. I don’t know why but often I miss you. I miss your company. I don’t know for how long the whole “I need a break” thing will last but gradually the thoughts have started to take a toll. At times, I sit down alone staring at the moon and portray you in the creamy mass but what will I do at the night of no moon? The thoughts of not finding you beside me on that day; surely gonna kill me and it seems the process has initiated. My life has come to a stage, where ever and whenever I see you نور with someone else, there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline that goes through my vein. What do you think, I haven’t seen you with the other guy, a few days ago? Though I...