Axi_Singh7

I don’t know where he is.  
          	But I pray...  
          	One day he books a flight,  
          	Leaves his country, crosses seas,  
          	And lands here... just for me ✈️  
          	And till that day,  
          	Every plane will feel like a maybe. ❤️

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Axi_Singh7, heart-touching
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Axi_Singh7

Is this what we call Writing ? 
          Writing for me was not just words but little pieces of my heart spilling onto paper … When I don’t just write , I feel . Every sigh, every silence, every storm I read . My fingers tremble while tracing sentences, because his name lived in every line … making my breath caught . This is what I poured into my fictions for the man I admired most — for ‘Y’ .. Not stories, but prayers folded into paragraphs. Not characters, but the echo of that monkey I carry in my chest ❤️
          
          A Fish's innocent love for the sheep ☘️
          
          " From Myself To You : Forever close to my Heart ❤️ "

Axi_Singh7

@ShaliniChakraborty1 ❤️
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ShaliniChakraborty1

@Axi_Singh7, wow...I think you're absolutely right about writing and stuffs like that
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