Challay jao, abhi dayr hai...

I don't know where or how to begin. I know now what Deeja meant that its hard to put you into one line.

Ye aahein sun yara

Chupti nahin is dil mein

Sun saathi sun yara

Basti nahin is dil mein...

Because this song has come to symbolize so much to me. Right when Bilal left, and I did this post here, it struck me that this song puts my emotions to peace. I don't know how my mind connects the lyrics to the despair of a closed one leaving, but I know this: That night I cried, cried because it felt like crying, and then I heard this song. Peace.

Two years. It seems only like yesterday when I met you on the first day of Alevels. Scared and not ready to accept the change of school/lifestyle, I think you were one of the few people in my initial acquaintances whom I could count on being as confused as I was. Sweetness.

AS and Summer 2010: Economics classes, making you dump Sir Inayat's class and dragging you to Sir Tahir's class, hiding from Sir Sabir with you, Munchies ke dahi bhallay, chicken cheese burgers aur roll parathay, taking the SAT classes for about one month, the baji gang slowly forming, the German classes, the trying to study, the fun, and the papers. OSP, big plans for the summers, wasting time in the summers, Facebook and what not.

Come A2 and Summer 2011: Counseling seminars, SAT preparation, dropping Eco, bunking classes for fun, baji gang formed permanently, Popeni, Jamila, Farkhanda, photos, videos, stairs, humara sardion wala adda, cafe wale hangouts, maths classes, dhaagas and planes, CommonApp season, making the office our application 'adda', murree, Football, philosophies, facebook commenting sessions, nostalgia, feeling suicidal, not preparing for the exams, blaming 101 things under the Sun for the laziness, Financial Aid forms, Khadeeja, tangofying sessions, RMUN, the concert we almost went to, your mom, your house, Baji M ON times, blogging, NYUAD excitement, severe depression attacks, breaking down the night before the maths exam, helping each other out, Dancer, Hen Maam, dhuki aatma, bajian, lift, trolley, Salaar, Hamzah ka biryani-love, Aamir bhai, Saima Ch, Sparks, rereading your sparks, maila-hunting, JP wale hangouts, discussing all weird things under the Sun, Awais Lovely, you enlightening me about football and United, GGMU ♥, watching the Barcelona vs. Manchester United game and the emotions afterwards, World Cup semi-final wala din, Facebook chats, stalking, NYUAD acceptance wali raat, hysteria before the physics mock, our preparation for the Chem paper, my house, chai peenay wale plans, hysteria, laughter, jokes and mid-night philosophies about onions, haleems and what not.

There is SO much to write about. You know it, and I know it.

Promise me that you'll be in contact and that the Spark Queen shall remain your title :P

I love you. Loads. And I love NYUAD for accepting you, when you deserved it. :)

I love the fact that you're getting the opportunity you wanted, make sure you make the most of it.

Keep the Football phenomenon alive in you, because that truly is what makes the best in you shine.

And remember: Once a Baji, always a Baji. [Spark by Deeja, no copyright infringement intended].

What more to say? I don't know.

I am excited just as you are, and at one little corner of my heart, there is this flicker that's dying down. Its because I know you are not going to be there in real time, when I start University. Ofcourse, we shall be in contact and that you'll be back home occasionally, but it scares me that I have to start a new life and make new friends.

But you see, since we be so Baji-like, we'll be happy and have fun even if its just on Facebook. :D

Good luck! Best Wishes! Don't get scared by your 'suicidal' roomie [Deeja's words], we're here for you B|

Udhar ke logon ko bhi Bajian bana dena, haan.

This surely ain't a goodbye.

But I'll leave you with this last song to listen to. It's the propagator of my emotions of nearly everything these days, and because this was one of the few Pakistani songs that you liked.

Deikhte ho kyun tum?
Sochtay ho kyun tum?
Kuch na keh kar bhi
Sub kuch keh jatay ho tum...

Because you are Maheen Zahra, and you're awesome just like that :').
Baji United FTW.
Lolzz.

-we'll play the drums properly once you come back in December,
-we'll have chai ki do piyalian. One at the thinking spot of the moi, and other at the studio window,
-we'll make sure we take non-blurry pictures of Salaar and the rest,
-I bloody can't wait for December now.

Haye Baji. Ye lein heart:

♥