In love there will always be difference, but what better difference than to love the same person differently?

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"Zindagi Ek Azziyat Hai Mujhe" by Meera ji

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The background music is "Saiyaan" by Kailash Kher, Parsh Kamath and Naresh Kamath

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In no parts do I own the song or the poem and they both have been used with all fair intentions. All I own is the sky

Thoda nicotine rush zyaada ho gaya tha.

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tracks in the back are "Weaves of leafs' by Lama House and "Autumn Rose" by Megan Wafford

Kal raat ko Shiv sahb ke baare me baat kar raha tha yaaron ke beech. Phir, raat ko wo sapne me aaye to kehte "Farhid, Ishtehaar laga de o kudi de naam de." So hence, I did this.

The story continues...

Hi!

It had been a while, had it not? So here it is!

Art of reading, featuring Ziya Mohiuddin, Asrar Ul-Haq-Majaz and Kamran Jalalvi.

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Music:

00:00 Felt Like November - Magnus Ludvigsson 04:35 Aroma - Megan Wofford 07:08 The Rose And The Thorn - Johannes Bornlof 09:33 Losing Face - Martin Klem 12:20 Declaration - Johannes Bornlof 14:52 African Violet - Arden Forest 17:39 And We Walk After - Trevor Kowalski

Ever wondered what happened to that special someone? Yup. This happened.

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The background music is Loom at the Sunrise Recording sessions by Olafur Arnolds

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Farhid is on Instagram as well. Find him rambling through time at @coalandsalt

Imagine Elia is sitting by a fireplace after receiving the letter from Fareha where she asks him to give away her letters, burn her letters. Jaun is talking to friend with a friend with all the pain in his heart and absolutely nothing, but pain.

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Farhid x Elia

The timeless story of Fareha and Jaun Elia

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Farhid x Elia

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background music: Through Love by Rumi

Tehzeeb Hafi sah'b is changing poetry as we know and I am glad to have been born in the same era as him. Here is The Art of Reading going all about Tehzeeb Hafi. Cheers!

This is probably the smallest glimpse of what lives outside the walls of "Farhid". This also serves as a reminder to myself as to what am I made of and why am I this way. To everyone who has been listening to me, I think it is time to make this personal, I think it is time I start writing those letters that i never intended to post.

Love,

Farhid