I know, for a fact that wishes do come true.
Well, they do.
But I've stopped wishing a long, long time ago.
Not because I don't have any desires.
I have my own wishes, a lot of them, to be honest. But because I know that I would never be my own self again if my wishes choose to touch the stars.
So right now, right here, this minute, I'm happy with whatever I am, and whatever I have.
I'm happy with this thick and thin, unpredictable journey.
I'm glad and greatful that despite all the distances, I share the same universe with my loved ones.
I'm happy for flying, I'm happy for moving forward, I'm happy for sticking behind.
For I know, that if I let go of that one thing, that one person, I'll be scattered into peices and never be my own self again.
So here I begin, with absolutely no regrets and no fears, and a palm full of hopes and star dust.
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Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
