i don't have a name for my playlist. it starts from the first song we heard, in the book fair hall, while sharing a single chair to sit. with two three, disliked, bumpy songs in the mid-playlist.
I often questioned myself 'why songs were even made?' 'why should i listen to someone's story?' i wasn't heartbroken then. Once on a TV show Gulzar said 'it's necessary to be heart broken to realise something.' and, today i am sitting in the same book fair hall, on a chair, alone, with black ear phones blaring a song about our love while my heart being a mess, my feet cold, my fingers warm, and my eyes, i don't want to write about them.