knaha chali gayi hain saali khushi

Searched everywhere. Everything around has turned into a mess. I can't find her. From the darkest corner of my room, through the loneliest niche in a crowded metro, to drug induced deliriums. I can't see her. Not now. Not for a long time to come. Random songs in full volume, unwanted notes on my harmonica, biting nails as well as the skin around them can only keep the space off my mind for moments. Cold mornings, office gimmick, and dozens of relationship fuck-ups later I have come to terms with the truth. The space left by khushi will be. She is not coming back.