he reached for her and i seemed to know exactly how she'd turn, a little movement and before it happened you knew she'd twirl... a kahani has been told and dance danced... the steps flawless, lissome, smooth, etched. the music plays in your heart, just below your skin. she pirouetted and fell as you knew she would... at different distances in the mind, like layers of eternity, there they were holding each other, lifting, falling, touching, surrendering, the music played on and you really didn't have to listen, though he did touch his ear as if to say, remember me, remember us... fon't forget. and they danced and the music played its trick... taking them far far away... again. kyun khabon pe tere saaye hain... dil kyun hai tanha mera...
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