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I recollect the last time when this heart broke, I recall how each piece of my wrecked heart shouted "Remain, don't leave I'm self-destructing" I remember everything, they say forgive and never look back yet a heart like mine pardons first and forget later, It requires investment to accept that it wasn't love that I was being taken care of, it requires investment to accept that that large number of commitments were simply words with no inclination, it requires investment for this heart to put stock in affection once more, it requires investment for this heart to pulsate in the mood.

              They say you are valiant yet the person who is attempting to be bold knows the way that long it takes, they say you look cheerful yet the person who is attempting to put a grin outside when the world is self-destructing inside knows the amount it takes.

                                                                                                                                                          The person who left showed me where the exit was, individuals resemble seasons one fine day somebody enters with blossoms in two hands and a nursery in their heart, their presence is like summer is grinning from far away, then, at that point, in pre-winter gives a shoulder to rest on, yet out of nowhere in chilly freezing winter removes my pack of warmth.

                                                                                At times, it is difficult to sit by the window and take a gander at the sky however at that point unexpectedly bird cruises by, the very bird that lost her home last evening, it is difficult in some cases however at that point out of nowhere the sun takes cover behind the mists yet light figures out how to clear its direction towards the day, it is hard some of the time however at that point to each fall there is a tree that actually stops in Amazon, to each fall there is a blossom that sprouts as trust, to each fall there are green leaves.

                                                                                                          I learned it the hardest way however when I cried in the downpour and nobody saw me, at that exact second power sneaked in, at that exact second I took a gander at the sky and I understood that for this reason, the sky cried, perhaps the tempest has probably been weighty last evening, they express out loud whatever breaks you makes you more grounded, I would prefer to get out whatever breaks you makes you strong.


                        VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN

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