That night, we sat on the meadow by the lake, gazing upon the night sky. We had our usual chat about anything and everything that popped in our minds. You made me open up myself and vent out all the feelings, happiness, sadness, excitement.
The world named us as “friends". And that friendship was all I had.
That night, I sat on the meadow by the lake, gazing upon the night sky. I could hear the words you said that day. The chattering echoed all around. And I, felt a pain, reminding me of the days we lived, helping each other forget the tortures of life.
But humans aren't immortal and that fact had hit me too late, and too hard.
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She writes
عشوائيA compilation of short inspirational writings. P. S: I'm not a professional writer but I write to calm my mind and ease my day. Hope you guys will feel the same too. And do let me know if there's a need for any kind of improvement in this book. Tha...
