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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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"Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Kehne apne dil ki baat Phir aaj main tere sath Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Mujhe pta haiiii Tumhara na h Bas itna bta do Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Sochna ek bar tum Mera dil h tumhare paas me Dil lgana ya todna Ab SB h tere hath me Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me"

Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Kehne apne dil ki baat 
Phir aaj main tere sath 
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Mujhe pta haiiii
Tumhara na h
Bas itna bta do
Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Sochna ek bar tum
Mera dil h tumhare paas me
Dil lgana ya todna 
Ab SB h tere hath me 
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me

Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Kehne apne dil ki baat
Phir aaj main tere sath
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Mujhe pta haiiii
Tumhara na h
Bas itna bta do
Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Sochna ek bar tum
Mera dil h tumhare paas me
Dil lgana ya todna
Ab SB h tere hath me
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
#2nd

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"Hai har ehsas me tu shamil Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Jita main tumhe Hai tu sath na mere Tu sath na mere Jiyunga pal pal main aise Kami teri na hone ki Bhi na rhegi Rahoge yaado me meri Yaado se juda na ho sakogi Hai har ehsas me tu Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Jita main tumhe Tu sath na mere Tu sath na mere gopal #saheb"

Hai har ehsas me tu shamil
Tu paas na mere 
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe 
Hai tu sath na mere 
Tu sath na mere 
Jiyunga pal pal main aise
Kami teri na hone ki
Bhi na rhegi 
Rahoge yaado me meri 
Yaado se juda na ho sakogi
Hai har ehsas me tu 
Tu paas na mere 
Tu paas na mere 
Jita main tumhe 
Tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
gopal 
#saheb

Hai har ehsas me tu shamil
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe
Hai tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
Jiyunga pal pal main aise
Kami teri na hone ki
Bhi na rhegi
Rahoge yaado me meri
Yaado se juda na ho sakogi
Hai har ehsas me tu
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe
Tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
#nojota #tu_ehsas_me_mere
#tu_paas_na_mere

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"Aaj bi mahsoos hoti h.. teri grm saase mere kaano k paas aaj bi teri siskio ki aahat mahsoos hoti h mere kaano k paas aaj bi tere lbo ki nrmaahat mahsoos hoti h mere lbo k paas or aaj bi tere lbo ki khusboo mahoos hoti h mere lbo k paas aaj bi tere nrm hath mahsoos hote h mere seene k paas aaj bi teri dhdkne mahsoos hoti h mere dil k paas jb udaas hota hoo me aaj bi tere hath mahsoos hote h mere aashuo k paas ....... A meri jaane tamnna tum kitni bhi door rho mujse lekin ye yaad rkhna tum rahogi hmesha mere dil k paas..."

Aaj bi mahsoos hoti h..
teri grm saase mere kaano k paas
aaj bi teri siskio ki aahat 
mahsoos hoti h mere kaano k paas
aaj bi tere lbo ki nrmaahat mahsoos hoti h 
mere lbo k paas
or aaj bi tere lbo ki khusboo
mahoos hoti h mere lbo k paas
aaj bi tere nrm hath mahsoos hote h 
mere seene k paas
aaj bi teri dhdkne mahsoos hoti h mere
dil  k paas 
jb udaas hota hoo me 
aaj bi tere hath mahsoos hote h 
mere aashuo k paas 
.......
A meri jaane tamnna tum kitni bhi door rho mujse 
lekin ye yaad rkhna 
tum rahogi  hmesha mere dil k paas...

dil dil h

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"Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho,  Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho.  Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai,  Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai.  6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha,  Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa,  Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. "

Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho, 
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho. 

Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai, 
Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai. 

6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha, 
Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa, 
Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. 

for childhood frndship........
Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho, 
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho. 

Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai, 
Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai. 

6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha, 
Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa banaya tha. 

Vo waqt mein kaise bhul jau, 
Jo meine tumhare sath bitaya tha, 
Kyuki tumhari har ek aadat nae deewana jo banaya tha. 

Uss waqt tumhare paas kuch dost humse khas thae, 
Lekin tum to humare dil k tab bhi paas thae. 

642317, yeh vo number hai, 
Jo mein aksar milaya karta tha, 
Jab bhi tumhari pak-pak sun-ne ko dil tarasta tha. 

Jyada tar tere hi baare mein socha karta tha, 
Yaha tak ki, handwriting tak copy kia karta tha. 
Likhawat teri kamaal thi, 
Aur drawing to bemissal thi. 

Tune bhi apni dosti tab khoob nibhai, 
mere hisse ki drawing thi jo banai, 
teacher bhi dekh kar samajh lia karta tha, 
aur mere jagah tere hi tariif kia karta tha. 


Tere bina waqt mera kaha cut-ta tha, 
Shayad issiliye koi agar tujhse baat kre, 
To me mein mann hi mann jalta tha. 
Sach kahu, to tu mere liye ek anjaan paheli thi, 
Jisme ulajhne ka dil karta tha. 

Aakhir uss anjaan paheli nae essae uljhaya, 
Ki ulajhte huae bhi vo sulajhnae lagi, 
Jo paheli mere dil k paas thi, 
Vo mere zindagi ban-ne lagi. 

Ab tak ki Zindagi mae, 
meine kai aache dosto ka sath paya hai, 
aur sab ko tere baatein bta bta k pakaya hai. 
Unn sab ko lagta hai ki, 
Tu mere liye bahut khaas hai, 
Aur mere dil k paas hai. 

Haqueekat to yeh hai ki, 
Vo sab aache dost mere dil k paas hai, 
Aur tere liye bahut khas hai, 
Kyonki yeh to keval rabb hi janta hai ki 
kiska dil to kiske paas hai. 


Kahi na kahi. mein aaj bhi tujhpe marta hun, 
aur kahi tujhe mujhse aacha koi na mil jaye, 
iss baat se mann hi mann darta hun. 

Issi darr mein rabb se yahi dua karta hun, 
ki eh rabb mujhpe ek ehsaan jarur karna, 
Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. 

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
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Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
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At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
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I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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"Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Kehne apne dil ki baat Phir aaj main tere sath Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Mujhe pta haiiii Tumhara na h Bas itna bta do Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Sochna ek bar tum Mera dil h tumhare paas me Dil lgana ya todna Ab SB h tere hath me Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me Tham kar dil apna main Lo aaya hoon Tere paas me"

Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Kehne apne dil ki baat 
Phir aaj main tere sath 
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Mujhe pta haiiii
Tumhara na h
Bas itna bta do
Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Sochna ek bar tum
Mera dil h tumhare paas me
Dil lgana ya todna 
Ab SB h tere hath me 
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me 
Tham kar dil apna main 
Lo aaya hoon 
Tere paas me

Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Kehne apne dil ki baat
Phir aaj main tere sath
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Mujhe pta haiiii
Tumhara na h
Bas itna bta do
Tumhare na kehne ki wajah kya h
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Sochna ek bar tum
Mera dil h tumhare paas me
Dil lgana ya todna
Ab SB h tere hath me
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
Tham kar dil apna main
Lo aaya hoon
Tere paas me
#2nd

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"Hai har ehsas me tu shamil Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Jita main tumhe Hai tu sath na mere Tu sath na mere Jiyunga pal pal main aise Kami teri na hone ki Bhi na rhegi Rahoge yaado me meri Yaado se juda na ho sakogi Hai har ehsas me tu Tu paas na mere Tu paas na mere Jita main tumhe Tu sath na mere Tu sath na mere gopal #saheb"

Hai har ehsas me tu shamil
Tu paas na mere 
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe 
Hai tu sath na mere 
Tu sath na mere 
Jiyunga pal pal main aise
Kami teri na hone ki
Bhi na rhegi 
Rahoge yaado me meri 
Yaado se juda na ho sakogi
Hai har ehsas me tu 
Tu paas na mere 
Tu paas na mere 
Jita main tumhe 
Tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
gopal 
#saheb

Hai har ehsas me tu shamil
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe
Hai tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
Jiyunga pal pal main aise
Kami teri na hone ki
Bhi na rhegi
Rahoge yaado me meri
Yaado se juda na ho sakogi
Hai har ehsas me tu
Tu paas na mere
Tu paas na mere
Jita main tumhe
Tu sath na mere
Tu sath na mere
#nojota #tu_ehsas_me_mere
#tu_paas_na_mere

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"Aaj bi mahsoos hoti h.. teri grm saase mere kaano k paas aaj bi teri siskio ki aahat mahsoos hoti h mere kaano k paas aaj bi tere lbo ki nrmaahat mahsoos hoti h mere lbo k paas or aaj bi tere lbo ki khusboo mahoos hoti h mere lbo k paas aaj bi tere nrm hath mahsoos hote h mere seene k paas aaj bi teri dhdkne mahsoos hoti h mere dil k paas jb udaas hota hoo me aaj bi tere hath mahsoos hote h mere aashuo k paas ....... A meri jaane tamnna tum kitni bhi door rho mujse lekin ye yaad rkhna tum rahogi hmesha mere dil k paas..."

Aaj bi mahsoos hoti h..
teri grm saase mere kaano k paas
aaj bi teri siskio ki aahat 
mahsoos hoti h mere kaano k paas
aaj bi tere lbo ki nrmaahat mahsoos hoti h 
mere lbo k paas
or aaj bi tere lbo ki khusboo
mahoos hoti h mere lbo k paas
aaj bi tere nrm hath mahsoos hote h 
mere seene k paas
aaj bi teri dhdkne mahsoos hoti h mere
dil  k paas 
jb udaas hota hoo me 
aaj bi tere hath mahsoos hote h 
mere aashuo k paas 
.......
A meri jaane tamnna tum kitni bhi door rho mujse 
lekin ye yaad rkhna 
tum rahogi  hmesha mere dil k paas...

dil dil h

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"Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho,  Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho.  Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai,  Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai.  6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha,  Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa,  Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. "

Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho, 
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho. 

Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai, 
Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai. 

6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha, 
Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa, 
Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. 

for childhood frndship........
Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho, 
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho. 

Mere dosto mein sabse pehle tumhara hi naam aata hai, 
Rabb ki kasam humara pichle kai janmo se nata hai. 

6th class mein rabb nae mujhe tujhse milaya tha, 
Aur uss mulakat mein hi tujhe meri zindagika hissa banaya tha. 

Vo waqt mein kaise bhul jau, 
Jo meine tumhare sath bitaya tha, 
Kyuki tumhari har ek aadat nae deewana jo banaya tha. 

Uss waqt tumhare paas kuch dost humse khas thae, 
Lekin tum to humare dil k tab bhi paas thae. 

642317, yeh vo number hai, 
Jo mein aksar milaya karta tha, 
Jab bhi tumhari pak-pak sun-ne ko dil tarasta tha. 

Jyada tar tere hi baare mein socha karta tha, 
Yaha tak ki, handwriting tak copy kia karta tha. 
Likhawat teri kamaal thi, 
Aur drawing to bemissal thi. 

Tune bhi apni dosti tab khoob nibhai, 
mere hisse ki drawing thi jo banai, 
teacher bhi dekh kar samajh lia karta tha, 
aur mere jagah tere hi tariif kia karta tha. 


Tere bina waqt mera kaha cut-ta tha, 
Shayad issiliye koi agar tujhse baat kre, 
To me mein mann hi mann jalta tha. 
Sach kahu, to tu mere liye ek anjaan paheli thi, 
Jisme ulajhne ka dil karta tha. 

Aakhir uss anjaan paheli nae essae uljhaya, 
Ki ulajhte huae bhi vo sulajhnae lagi, 
Jo paheli mere dil k paas thi, 
Vo mere zindagi ban-ne lagi. 

Ab tak ki Zindagi mae, 
meine kai aache dosto ka sath paya hai, 
aur sab ko tere baatein bta bta k pakaya hai. 
Unn sab ko lagta hai ki, 
Tu mere liye bahut khaas hai, 
Aur mere dil k paas hai. 

Haqueekat to yeh hai ki, 
Vo sab aache dost mere dil k paas hai, 
Aur tere liye bahut khas hai, 
Kyonki yeh to keval rabb hi janta hai ki 
kiska dil to kiske paas hai. 


Kahi na kahi. mein aaj bhi tujhpe marta hun, 
aur kahi tujhe mujhse aacha koi na mil jaye, 
iss baat se mann hi mann darta hun. 

Issi darr mein rabb se yahi dua karta hun, 
ki eh rabb mujhpe ek ehsaan jarur karna, 
Iss dost ko mujhse kabhi juda na karna. 

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