"Before you my soul was like an old and empty fire place. Whats a fireplace without some fire?
But since the day you arrived, its like the empty spaces are filled with your flames, bright and warm. The dusty bricks are covered with soot making it look beautiful in its own way.
And trust me, god it hurts and it burns to be in love with you but it feels right. It feels complete.
Now you're gone and i know that no one on the face of this earth will fill that fireplace with the kind of flames that you filled it with."
-Ankita Dhal.
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Sneaking spoons of words.
Short StoryI have a habit of making garlands out of petals. I love decorating them with colours that express emotions in a a small space of paragraphs. I know it sounds like gibberish, read on to find out what goes on in my head.
