To the one who taught me LOVE 🖤🥀

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 To sid,


Hi, here, everyone is saying that you are going to be with us forever. Some people are saying that you won't come back ever. Listen, I am not going to mourn, I just want to ask you whether my love was not enough?


//Ve Methon Tera Mann Bharrya//


Did you get bore of my love? Was there any fault of mine? No it's not curiosity. It's anxiety attack that is making me feel these lyrics. You promised me, you promised us, you promised them that you will always be there for us then? Why did go away from us? How did you not think about us?


//Mera Te Koyi Hai Ni Tere Bin

Tainu Mil Jana Kise Da Sahara//


At the end of the day, you were the only one who could make me and then smile. You were the one who didn't think even once for himself before helping me and then. What will we do today? Whom will we visit for clarifying our doubts? Who will make us understand the harsh reality of life?


//Rabb Naam Ki Yaara

Yahan Koyi Cheez Nahi Hoti//


You know what, I hate that God who took you away from me. I really want to meet God someday and ask him was it too necessary to make me and them cry so badly? I heard it somewhere that if we want something from heart, the entire universe helps us to achieve it. But, we lost you sid. All these God, universe and fate is a total lie. 


//Haaye Ikko Hundi Ae Ve Zindagi

Tu Milna Ni Mainu Ve Dobara//

I really wish to get you back to my life once again. And this time I promise that I would not let you go. Won't you come back to me? Won't you come back to us? We are waiting for your answer sid. Yeah, we all promise to take care of you like a kid this time. 


From Shiv to Sidharth, we got the chance to adore you. Your bond with us and HER is unmatchable. But you know what, you didn't keep your promise. You promised someone to never leave her eventually, you did leave her. 


Stay happy, stay safe Sid.


-From a heart broken fan


@_arushmita_


Sidharth Shukla

1980- ♾️







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