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D e a r L e t t e r ;
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Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2019
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When life's a battle and you have nothing to fall back on. When the path ahead is dark, and there's no way to light the road but you gotta move ahead believing the stars will become yout light and moon, your guide.

In the silent hours of night, when you let your heart crumble and let the long held back tears flow. I'm those lonely hours of contemplating the very existence, I found an escape.


                                                        L e t t e r ' s


The voice of emotions which has been locked inside the safe for decades.

Note : This is just a collection of my old abandoned letters.
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His Silence, My Storm: Drowning In Hope

21 parts Ongoing

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.