Lamenting the loss of Love Letters — Amrita & Zulfi — Part 2
Hum jeete hain ke hume pyaar karna aa jaye
Hum pyaar karte hain ke hume jeena aa jaye — Amrita ka Imroze
Amrita and Zulfi finally meet, but their meeting does not evoke the sense of belonging that they both so desperately hoped for. Zulfi feels that there was something amiss, so he writes to her about how he felt that while she was physically near him, emotionally she seemed far away.
Amrita responds by confessing that she was looking for the boy she had been writing to, in the man who had come to meet her. She felt that the Zulfi that was in front of her was not the man from the letters but someone else. She then threatens to stop writing to him so they could rekindle the feelings that they shared so intimately in the letters. ‘चलो एक बार फिर से, अजनबी बन जाये हम दोनो — Sahir’
लिखना मुझे अच्छा लगता है अमृता, खास कर तुम्हे |
जब भी काग़ज़ पर तुम्हारा नाम लिखता हूँ, ऐसा लगता है जैसे सेहरा के अज़ीम मैं, कोई कैस अपनी लैला को पुकार रहा हो|
ये खत नहीं है मेरी जान ये मैं हूँ; मैं |
ये काग़ज़ मेरी रूह के टुकड़े हैं, जिन्हे तुम फाड़ भी सकती हो और पढ़ भी सकती हो |
बार बार उस आख़िरी दिन तक, जब तुम्हारे हाथों मैं जाम्बिश ना हो, सिर्फ़ आँखों मैं दम रह जाए |
मैं नहीं बदल सकता अमृता, पुराने खातों की तरह, जो पीले हो जाते हैं, मगर रहते वही हैं
How beautiful are the lines “ये खत नहीं है मेरी जान ये मैं हूँ; मैं”. Zulfi pours his heart in this letter to the woman he loves hoping, praying that she will understand his feelings and feel for him too.
You cannot help but feel for these two lovers who are apart but yet together. You have to be a better human being to love someone so passionately and with intent and know that you will never be with them.
It must require a different type of courage to pray for a heart that beats for everyone else but you. And this is even scary in today’s context where it is so easy to fall in and out of love. It takes a strong human being to love with single-minded devotion. Because lets admit it love demands devotion. It asks to not just be touched skin on skin, but it demands to be felt from your insides. It asks for us to show our honest, real selves to those who will never judge us.
Are we prepared for that?