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After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written. 

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Can’t go Back

And now when I’m trying to forget everything, when I’m trying to move on you text me again. You want to be good like all those times. You showing me poems, you showing me stories. You telling me what all has happened in your home, with your dog when I wasn’t there. 

I don’t want to be there again. I have no tears left to shed. I don’t know how to tell you this. But I hope you take the hint from my face and block me from your life again. 

Her Red Dress


She got up. It was supposed to be one of the most important day of her life, then why everyone was being emotional? Everything seems to be in slow motion. Everyone wanted to be close to her, everyone wanted to take care if her. She hot ready in her beautiful red saree. Everyone watching her with eyes full of tears. They saw her coming downstairs. Everyone watching her like they’ve forgot to blink. She kept her gaze on floor. Bangles and diamond necklace shining on her. He hold her in tight embrace and for the first time that evening she lift her gaze. All the rituals were performed well. She was starting her new life. She was getting married.

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