"she gifted him her childhood blanket with the resemblance of her love
Years after she left him that blanket holds the tears of him with the resemblance of her absence

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" Love and lost "
"Peace and pain"
" she and me "
The words itself defines life without her

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"She was my first photography which made me Photographer today ,
"She was my first poetry which made me bleed even after years ,
"She was my first
my first in everything
Which made me win everything first
And she became the last one I loss"

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With maa ....
Even the hustle seems to heaven
Hurdles are never comes near in
Her presence
While
Hell is only thing has after her absence

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The first time she left tears
Of his lap still sustained
Longer than her presence in his
Life

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"Everytime he wish to see her in
A SAREE "
But
"He never thought that the day
He will see her in saree is with being as a bride beside someone "

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"Loneliness was never his choice "

but when the day
"Love turned to be loss"
"friendship turned into fake "
"Family turned into funeral"
"Relatives turned to rivalries"
he choosed it

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"The things what are meant to be his are no more his things
and
the one who said him that "I belongs to you "
Are now belongs to someone.

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SHE:How much you love me ?
HE: iloveu so much that from the day I started loving you
I stopped doing "SHRAADDHA" for my mother
which I was doing from age7 when I lost her
SHE:But why?
HE: because I got u and I see her in you"

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"while traveling back to the places where they both have been travelled it was so wondering for him
That how could be the same roads once he traveled with her now seems to be the darker

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