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Dear February,

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Dear Baba,
If reading is an act of love, then I'm glad to read every letter of yours. While the readers await the letter, this time it's a writer on standby from writing.

However today, I recalled why I started writing here in the first place. It was to collect all the letters, poem, proses I ever wrote to people in one place. Metaphorically, YourQuote is that pot of plant standing on my terrace beneath which I hide my pastel coloured pages.

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Rainbow.

You carried rainbow on lips,
that's why my skin glistened in shades
of purple, orange and hues of all kind.

While i carry clouds in my head,
that rains over pillows,
leaving a colorful canvas behind

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कहा था तुमने आँख भर के देख लिया करो,
आज कल आँख भर जाती पर तुम नजर नहीं आते :(

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I'm a black hole.
I've been the sink for things that don't want to exist in you anymore. The gravity so strong that it pulls all cosmic energies that come within my vicinity. I wonder why I'm still always exhausted and drained of energy. I constantly feel squeezed under this gravity that keeps pulling all things broken.

There's not much to say, I exist in you too but I'm the last stage of a three dimensional existence.

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An angel born when Autumn leaves
are rustling in September's breeze,
A tiara on your head should bind,
'Twill bring out the goodness of your mind.


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#microtales

"At first, she was just a friend I used to have online chats with. I was heartbroken after my recent breakup and she was like a godsend support. I could tell her anything without being judged. She was a good listener, a good advisor and a good friend.
Now she is my wife of nearly 20 years.
My special girl!"

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The day you come to meet me,
bring me with you.
For, since the time you left,
I am in search of myself.

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