Meet me at the Sunset
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- Partes 27
Concluida mié, feb 11, 20262h 35m
The breeze was fine as ice and her tears hot as fire as she gazed at the red moon of the Purnima who showered her with memories who she dreamt of only but never lived them. Sitting by the Ghats of Banaras and Bells of Mandir nearby spoke of life And Death. Death of her hope , love , dreams and a life she won't have. What was the point of all the things she thought. Her demons were roaring at her forefront. But her vision blurred and her heart collapsed thinking of the love that lives within her but without acknowledgement. Without confession but A No staring blankly at her.
A girl who has failed her relations miserably. What must a person do with no one to look for ? What is life of an individual pushed around by a crowd ?
Kranti is one such girl in her mid twenties and lost hopes . And unspoken words.
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