This is a book of people. Their lives, their accomplishments, their hopes, their dreams. They all come to life. Some will be young, old, and anywhere in between. Some stories will be happy, sad, upsetting, or confusing. If you enjoy tiny stories about ordinary people, or heartwarming events, or romance, you've got it.
But WARNING: If you are crushed to read the words, "and they breathed their last breath" or "and she was gone" or "and his heart stopped beating", stop reading now. If you hate that sinking feeling after you realize that you lost someone you cared about and can't help but stare at the pages in disbelief reading the lines over and over, skipping ahead, reading lines again, desperately trying to disprove what you laid your eyes upon, stop reading now.
Everybody dies.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels heavy and torn,
Every mistake a scar I've worn.
I crave a sky where I can be free,
Away from the walls that imprison me.
For now, I sit with my heart in pain,
Silent, yet screaming, again and again.
Though shattered, a spark in me still survives,
Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.