[ a part of #freementalillness campaign ]
❝You can't outrun your past. The only way is to heal.❞
It was the silence after which haunts her mind, body and soul. She was barely conscious as her father carried her out of the car, shouting at someone-her mother- to call for an ambulance.
Everything in her vision was orange-tinted and blurry figures moving and shouting until she fell into a deep nothingness, where everything felt painless, everything felt okay, normal.
And then she had woken up sweating and screaming with dried tears on her face, with terror in her eyes. If only everything were normal. Oh, how she wishes to go back and make her stay at home that day.
🎶🎶Yun tera muskurana, Aur aake chale jaana
Kismat ka hai khul jaana
Tera Deedar Hua, Pehla sa pyar hua
Pehli hi baar hua iss dil ko
Naa toh inqaar hua
Naa hi iqraar hua
Jaane kya yaar hua iss dil ko🎶🎶
Hello Everyone!
This is the fourth Book in Short Story Collection!!!!
With new journey, new characters and new affection!