THE RIVER THAT NEVER STOPS FOLLOWI...by Pratikshya Pati
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55202She never believed memories could flow like water-
until the monsoon returned, carrying whispers of a love she once called her own.
In a quiet village wrapped in rain an...
The Smiling Distanceby Veilmiya511
511I was twelve when I started to admire my teacher.
Fourteen when I realized it wasn't just admiration.
And fifteen when I learned that silence hurts more than rejection.