Your not giving the ring is a sufficient sign, by showing me an empty finger at the time of departure.

My dear friend, Ghalib, with his sharp heart, captures a universal ache here. Imagine the quiet hope as a loved one prepares for "safar," a journey, a departure. You long for a "chhalla," a small ring, a simple token, a "nishaani" of their affection. But instead, they simply show an empty "angusht"—a bare finger. Oh, the sting of it! This isn't just nothingness; it's a profound declaration. This pointed withholding, this absence, *is* the clearest sign, a message etched in emptiness. Sometimes, what isn't given, what's tellingly left undone, speaks with a profound, undeniable truth. It's in these silent spaces, friend, that love, or its absence, often carves its deepest, most lasting message.