CHAPTER 5: HOW LITTLE WE KNOW OF WHAT THERE IS TO KNOW

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We begin with life as a blank canvas


Only to go on painting things as they come.


We rejoice, we learn, we unlearn, and fall.


Only to rise again and never come undone.



We try finding strength in everything that's old


Our parents, our loved ones, with stories, never told


We lean on to take, the support of those we love


In the sphere of life, we believe that would be enough.



But then that belief slowly starts to dwindle.


And the strength that once made you strong, 


Now only makes you feeble.



With everyone going away..


And you being left to life's uncanny melancholia,


A smoke of disdain clouds you..


And you are left to deal alone with the hysteria.



And when the nothingness envelops you in its embrace,


You find your own definition of peace, your own land of solace.


Although it is only a figment of your imagination.


The person and that essence, become your home and salvation.

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"Why didn't you tell him about Ryan, Khushi?"


"It is not important Sehaj. How does it even matter?"


"Of course it matters. If you could tell him so much about your past, then why not tell him about your present, huh? Your horrible  present!"


"Sehaj, please leave it. It is a part of my life that I myself don't want to accept. There's no point sharing it with someone else."

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"And back there, what you said? Yeah! Your life is not another Cinderella Story! Why such a lie?"


"What's a lie there? It's not!"


"Really? Tell me how is it not? Your evil cruel mother is getting you married to a beast against your wish. Then what makes it different?"

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