Hiraeth |✔

Hiraeth |✔

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(Completed, editing) Hiraeth . hi-raeth (n) A deep, inborn yearning for a home, a place or a person that is beyond this plane of existence. ~ Nothing fascinated her, not even the stars above! She was young, rude; that rage monster nobody wants to be with. The novel is all about this girl who ends up in the hands of the most notorious human traffickers. In her lowest, she finds a fellow victim. They fight together, face the worst meanwhile fix each other's broken chords. They try to explore a way out of the cruelty they are subjected to. ___________________________________________________________ "A man with a 'song' implies another human with a heart" The book cover art is from Pinterest and belongs to the rightful owner. The pictures used in this book are also not mine. Everything belongs to the rightful owners. #TheSeasonalContests __________________________________________________________ ©2021 Gloria Edassery #2 in Crown Jewel award
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growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

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