"Just a thought I couldn't keep"

 Although I'm always in search of my pin code, it always feels as if I have just begun my quest. The more I try to decode the pin code, the more soothing it becomes.

I once believed in the notion that the more time you give to something, the higher chances of it becoming monotonous. But I never imagined that sometimes even the numbers of that pin code itself could become that exception.

Earlier, this Panchhi was a migratory bird, but now it follows a fixed path.

I always think that extraordinary things and perfection can only be achieved at one destination - heaven. But I don't believe so now, because even heaven is a subset of that pin code, where this Panchhi became an eternal echo.

Earlier this Panchhi sat in the outer frame, where infinite vectors had been drawn. But who knew that the tangent would lead to its pin code.

Who says finding the exact pin code is rare? Then let it be this, a glance, a word, a resting bliss. My pin code is not a beauty that fades with time, but the rhythm behind a poet's rhyme.

Where the pin code became the margin of  this Panchhi's pages, unseen by readers, but the very space that allows the words to breathe.

                                                                                                                     - Tanu ki Kalam se...

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