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Hey lovelies, 
          
          I'm kind of excited to announce two things here:
          
          1. First I'm back on wattpad and you can find me as @qaafilaaa and that I've started writing there. 
          Book: https://my.w.tt/Tu0iGrrcu9
          
          2. I am deleting this account. So if y'all want to follow there, you're most welcomed.
          
          Thank you so much for your patience here. :)
          
          — Rakshita ❤️

There is friendship thriving today and then there is one between Rumi and Shams, the ultimate. The supreme. The divine. The healing. 
          "The Forty Rules of Love" by Elif Shafak, is one of the fewest life changing books.
          
          All the credits and love and golgappe to reebayyyyyy! @26devAkshian7 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Its my fault ik. U cannot go like thisssss. Noi naa never. Jaane hi noi di hum. 
          Right h na tumpe sho i can always gussa.
          
          Koi noi jaaana. Chup chap idhar hi rehna hai.
          
          Hum kathal phordi kal hi mummy laayi hai.
          
          
          
          Noi naaa
          
          
          U not going anywhere.
          
          @TheBeautifulMess @hey_shine @TheWhistlingThrush @born__sexy___
          @smile_messenger
          
          
          Seeeee what rakshu is saying.
          Utensils le aao aur maangoes bhi. I have kathal.
          
          We need to fix her head.
          
          
          
          I m saying already eh na cholbe. Katayi noi.

Dear Wattpadians,
          
          I never knew I could write this much. But duh,I can. I can write enough to survive. :) Yay.
          I remember joining wattpad in between 10th standard. Taking risks since 18 years :p
          I never completed any book here. And oh never mind. I made friends here. Who eventually turned into the only family I had.
          And thing about making people your home and family is, when they start leaving or fading or become like world, you can't register that into your mind. And heart. Ooof. So thank you to all those friends who became family and tuenrd strangers. Hey, that's fine. I love you. Amd always will. Scorpios are bad with letting love go. And so am I. 
          
          This message is just a big long warm hug. To everybody I met. Who went. Who stayed. Who faded. Who changed. Who promised me forever and still left. Who are leaving. I hope this departure makes you stronger, happier and healthier. 
          
          I'm deleting this account. And hey wattpad, thank you. For everything you gave. And everything you took.
          
          I'll always remember you.
          Bye.
          
          
          -agathaa || panktii ❤

Main kaisi hoon,
          Yeh sawal na pooch.
          
          Tujhe yun dhoke mein rakhna
          Mujhe pasand nahi.
          
          -p.

Reminders-
          
          1. Friendships can be toxic. They can drive you towards self harm and exhaustion. Move on from those friends. No matter how long or deep the friendship was.
          
          2. You are beautiful. You're gorgeous. You can do wonders,and you're already doing more than what your body allows. What your mind permits. You're trying to heal yourself. And you're doing it amazingly.
          
          3. It's summers, anxiety is taking toll on you. So drink water. Hydrate yourself. Go in fortnightly check ups. Prioritize yourself over people who don't give a fuck about your existence. Start being selfish for yourself.
          
          4. Things won't get better until you want them to be. Nobody can change your life if you want to be stuck where you are. Start staring yourself in mirror for long, see your scars and be proud of it. You have been warrior.
          
          5. Don't try to hold things you knew would leave or things you had pushed. Don't regret decisions you took, with all consciousness. Think about making better choices in future. The people who had to leave have left. You've left people as well. Think about staying with yourself. Be gentle and kind to the body who have been your possession since last 20 years of your life.
          
          6. I can be a toxic person too. You're a toxic person too. Accept the fact that we all have been toxicity to someone or another. Leave me, if I have been toxic to you. To you, you should be a priority than anyone else. I won't be more proud.
          
          7. Think. Were you this an year before. One year changed a lot. Many people changed you. And you, as well have changed many people.
          
          Period.
          
          -a.s.

          I don't say that I love too great. But yes, when I love, that's him. Love is not gifts, proposals, dates or social feeds. Love is him. I write because love has preached me, that it has to be allowed to flow. I can't stop the flow of love. I allow it to spread its wings. 
          
          // Love has been always synonymous to him. You know my name,and he knows the process. You know the fire,he knows the ashes. I talk to you, I converse with him. You know my voice,he knows my silence. Fire fascinates many. It engages only one. That one is him. That one will always remain him.//
          
          -a.s.
          
          ___
          
          Long caption.❤

Love,to me hasn't been an overnight process. It has taken time, it has taken patience,it has taken endless summers of hindered melodies and countless winters of unsung parodies. Many people who cross paths with my words, they say, that I write to fall in love. I write to chase it. But then,love has never been about the run. It has been always about the walk. It has never been about chasing,it has been about worshiping. I don't call myself, a writer. I am just two eyes,observing. I am just two hands,performing. I am just a heart,pumping sentiments. What I jot down as a poetry,  maybe relatable because love always has been the rawest form of art. I preach the message of love to all,but I write that letter to one. I speak the language of real to all,but I converse the script with one. I portray the fire in me to all, but I reveal the ashes only to one. I write to many. But I write for one.
          
          What you see in me is nothing posh. It's not metaphorical. It's not dreamy. It's wjat he has made me feel. The reality within us. For I had a privilege of loving a man,and not merely a boy. I had a privilege of loving a soul,and not merely heart. I don't write love. I write a big fraction of what he is. And interestingly, I have heard people say,that I write of love to woo men. I write to capture souls and I write to fall in love, they say. But what they don't know is that men cannot get seduced by another girl. If they are, they aren't men. Real men are inspired. They get inspired from their lady. Love is a weird creature. But the true love is weirder. Love to me is not about the likes and the follows. Love has been always about a step higher than virtuality. Love hasn't been about nudes and sex. It has been about unraveling the concealed soul. I write about love,because love has taught me,that it is meant to be free and wild. And not tamed.
          
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          To be continued...❤

Aankh hai bhari bhari aur tum,
          Muskurane ki baat karte ho?
           #onloop ❤❤

Haanji writer didi, kaise jaa rahe ho phir