Your dream turns to reality and comes true, when it breaks. So don't be disappointed if once it breaks, but do always believe in reality, you're living in.
where small talks weaved long conversations; where both tried to know each other, keeping ourselves much unknown to each other... And we could hardly realise how our souls got so entwined to each other.
I write to myself, but if anyday, that letter gets handed over to others and else, I'll be grateful, as i would achieve being in peace and sharing peace.
A room to explore, experiment and mess up? A hub to show your artistic skill? A place of relaxation? An examination hall? A neglected space where you rarely visit?
the treasure of the voices behind the protests, against the conflicts. In the journey till present, pens have stood as weapon. The notebooks still shed blood; and teach the readers the value, emotion and courage. Those goosebumps!