खुल चुका
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
दराज़ में देखा जा रहा है…
दराज़ में देखा जा रहा है…
एक मुहरबंद ख़त Saima का इंतज़ार कर रहा है।
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
इस ख़त का बाक़ी हिस्सा मुहरबंद है।