"I am...broken." She sits there, surrounded by what seemed to be millions of shards of porcelain, that had chipped away from the innumerable fragile dolls that fell around her. She picks one, her once lively eyes, dull; reflected in the glassy eyes of the doll. And she laughs. And laughs. Till her laughs turned into echoes while tears streamed down her face. ------ When Farhan Siddiqui started suffering from hallucinations of a woman, he firmly believed that his mind had created her to compensate for his dysfunctional emotionless self. Oh, how wrong he was. ©All Rights Reserved
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