Memory Lane

"Chalte Chalte.. Yun hi koyi, mil gaya tha.." Everytime I hear this song, this particular memory comes to my mind..

We [Dad, mum, me, shafina and anisa] were going home from dinner in Jeddah. The windows were slightly open, and this song was playing. My dad gently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, whilst we stood in traffic. He did that when he enjoyed a song. We were all quiet, the only thing you could hear was my dad humming along.. I guess we all loved to hear his voice.

"Chaudavi ka chand ho..Ya aftaab ho, jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam, lajawaab ho.."

It was during the years we were living in Abu Dhabi.. It was a cold night, and we were driving back home from Dubai. The windows were down, and the wind was touching my face. Even though I was completely frozen, I somehow felt so warm..
We were driving fast, through the highways.. There were street lights that were perfectly lit, with gorgeous trees at either side of the roads. I remember looking out of the window, to witness the most beautiful view of the night sky. This song was playing, and my dad was singing along to it.. I couldn't make out for a while, who was the real singer.. Since I was the only one in the backseat [shafina and anisa were not there], I stretched out in the back.. And just closed my eyes, and heard my dad sing bits of the rest of the songs.. Until he said to my mum, "I think she's gone to sleep.. Was she feeling better today? Her fever was high yesterday.. Maybe she should sleep next to us tonight."

Memories like these, don't make me sad or make me cry. I feel so lucky to have gone through everything I have.. Because now, whenever I want to.. I can witness them, all over again.

- I'm not depressed - before everyone starts questionning. -