Humari kahani abhi phuri nahi ha. Our story is still not finished.
Humari kahani abhi likhne waale ha. Our story still needs to be written.
Humari kahani abhi adhuri hai. Our story is still uncomplete.
Kabhi, acha din hota te. Sometimes there were good days.
Kabhi, bura din hota te. Sometimes there were bad days.
Magar, hum ek saath hota tein. But, we’d always be together.
Humari kahani abhi adhuri hai. Our story is still uncomplete.

There were good days, where nothing happening in the world could faze us. There were the impromptu dance sessions in your living room, there were the nights spent laughing over old memories, and there were the galas we’d dread but always have a good time at because we had each other.

There were bad days, where we swore we hated each other and every little thing about the other pissed someone off. There were the screaming matches at the top of our lungs, there were the fights, there were the nights spent away from the other to keep our sanity, and there were the times we could not stand the other and walked away.

There were the days we spent every moment with the other, and then there were the days we barely saw each other. At the end of these days, no matter which, there was a sense of togetherness in the air. Merely because we had each other to end the day with.

Humari kahani abhi adhuri hai, aur mujhe siraf jawaab chahiye. Our story is still uncomplete, and all that I want is answers. Humara kya hona ha? What is to become of us?