Khul chuka
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.
Daraz mein dekha ja raha hai...
Daraz mein dekha ja raha hai...
Ek mohar band khat Saima ka intezar kar raha hai.
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.
Is khat ka baaqi hissa mohar band hai.