TU MILEYA

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Dhyanvi's Pov

All of this was just a draft , incomplete , yet it consisted a sense of completeness that I never understood . But I was sure that I want to complete it , publish it . Not become one another writers in the world but someone who's known for her writing , her book . Not just as a writer but as a author .

Questions asked but they consisted of its answers too , weirdly beautiful .

Stories - what are they truly ??? Real , but what is real ??? The things we see , or the things we want to see ??? Reel , but what is reel ??? The things we imagine or the things we see as illusions ??? One way or the other , our minds get jungle up with thoughts and questions that no one has answers too . Stories fascinate us , fantasise us , make us travel through a world that might never exist but we want it to .

And then there's something that separates us from the world , one which we create of our own . Being crazy but not actually crazy , as that craziness calms up our mind in a way we can't explain . A world where the other person doesn't might even know that you exist ; but yet for you he is all that matters . Every emotion they go through , you feel every ounce of it . A story that isn't about a lover , but admirer .

Sometimes mistakes work as a serotonin you needed , you don't know that until you make one .

I don't know if he was a mistake , but sometimes it seemed so . And that's where it all began , wanting to know , if this mistake was beautiful or something that would ruin me . But as I unravelled the pages , it had both . A sense of prettiness and also a side that I wasn't used to . Maybe I never knew that part of me existed too .

In a way I learned about myself more , it made me spread love and not ignore the self love too .

I sat down on the chair dusting it , ready to complete it . My hand worked on its own that day , as if my mind and heart knew what they want to scribble down .