Dost

Dost.

Dost is not merely a friend.
They are the soul’s echo, the heart’s witness.
To find a true friend is to remember what was written in the unseen,
long before the body was formed.
It is a thread of connection that predates flesh and thought.
It is not meeting, but remembering.
Not attachment, but return.

Whether in moments of presence or in times of absence, its bond with you remains. They bear your silence, carry your remembrance, and walk with you through every unseen station of the journey.

“Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi, mun tun shudam tu jaan shudi
Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari

I have become you, and you me,
I am the body, you are the soul;
So that no one can say hereafter,
That you are someone, and I someone else.”

This is Love, in its purest, formless form.
Where the soul bows and says:
“You are not other. You are me.”