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It was just the other day when you asked
“Ab kya ho gaya? Muh kyu fula li? Bas call karna hi toh bhul gaya main”
And I had to smile and say ‘Arre, Koi Nai’
Arre Koi Nai kyuki I have no way to explain Obhimaan to you
That feeling of your heart tearing apart
That feeling of failure at a fresh start
The feeling of losing everything that ever mattered in a pinch, and yet, not really.
How would I ever explain Obhimaan to you?

It was just the other day when you asked
“Abbe gussa hui kya? Bas tera gift kiya hua coffee mug hi toh tut gaya”
And I again had to smile and say ‘Arre, Koi Nai’
Arre Koi Nai kyuki I have failed to explain Obhimaan to you
It’s not a mood swing
It’s not one of those days
There is a feeling that is not anger or remorse
There is a feeling that can change your entire day’s course, tiptoe-ing  into your conversations and staying, quietly
All along

Obhimaan

Languages can fail you big time
Languages which otherwise shine, can be so shallow to not accommodate Obhimaan
And Obhimaan,
Obhimaan needs time, love, warmth, long puffs
Obhimaan needs Cha aar fau phuchka
Obhimaan, needs Black Magic Bangla

It was just the other day when you asked
“Tum Bangaliyo ka mujhe samajh nahi aata. Pohela baysaakh toh matlab pub mein bhi saari pehenna hai? Awww! Amar sonaar bongla"
And this time, this time I did not respond because,
Because
Obhimaan

-Abhishikta