khwab azab

.... in that  partially lit up room the air smelled of cigarette smoke and  alcohol,  it was a small compact room   , the furniture  consisted  merely of a sofa a glass table  and a tiny fridge in a corner,  bland walls were   painted   light blue  and the lights casted from the l e d  made colored patterns on it , the two  occupants of the sofa  geld golden  liquid in the glasses and   burning cigarette   lost in thoughts 

This is not right  spoke  in whispered tone tge one on the right m he was  twenty seven and  fair and  bright forehead,  dark eyebrows  looked   squeezed up on the frowning  forehead,  dark brown eyes  shaded with   deep thoughts  , thin loos tightly  clenched  showing inner   turbulence 

What is not right  asked the person on the left  rising his voice 

He was twenty two,  red and white complexion 

Thus whatever we are doing  is not right,  he pointed towards the  the liquor and cigarette 

But whatever happened to us was that right  replied  the younger one 

Not at all,  he shock his head vehemently 

So just stop arguing then

 Said the younger man sipping his bitter drink 

Even I don't want to discuss the matter,  I want to forget it all  myself  he poured even a larger   amount of the bitter liquid inside him but trying to forget that brings that back afresh with greater intensity  , bitter  experiences had made him bitter 

Life is like this  the other  agreed 

I wish  that life could give us options of delete and undo