Mehboob-E-Illahi

Aarav sat down on an old bench that seemed to have heard many stories, the sunset turned the sky into a beautiful painting. The noise of the city seemed to disappear, and all he could smell was the sweet scent of roses and incense. The breeze was cool and comforting, carrying with it the soft sounds of leaves rustling and distant conversations.

The place was filled with all sorts of people. There was an old man with a face full of wrinkles, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, like he was talking to someone you couldn't see. A young woman was there too, looking at the decorative screens with a hopeful expression, whispering something that looked like a prayer. And there was a kid, just playing around, laughing in a way that made the heavy air feel lighter.

Aarav started writing in his notebook, not just about what he saw but what it all meant. It was more than just people doing their thing; it was about everyone looking for something bigger, something peaceful in the middle of all the chaos.

When the music started, with singers singing about love and longing, it felt like the words were just for Aarav, echoing what he felt inside. It was as if for a moment, everything made sense, and he felt connected to everything around him.

He stayed there for a long time, soaking it all in. That visit changed how he looked at things and gave his writing a new depth that was real and raw.

When it was time to go, the dargah, now under the moonlight, seemed to say goodbye in its silent way, promising that the peace Aarav found there would stay with him, like a light inside him.

Stepping back into the busy world, Aarav felt different, filled with new thoughts and feelings to write about. His time at the dargah wasn't just an escape; it gave him a glimpse into what it means to really connect with yourself and the world around you.