She calls him, "Tere Nana."
The nameless title holding more fondness than any nickname I could ever come up with.
(respectfully.rebellious)-
Psychology student
21
Wannabe published author
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рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реЗ рдЗреЫрд╣рд╛рд░ рдХреЗ рдЗрдВрддрдЬрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рд╣рд░ рдкрд▓ рд╣реИ рднрд╛рд░реА
рдХреНрдпреВрдВ рди рдореИрдВ рд╣реА рджреВрд░ рдХрд░ рджреВрдВ, рддрдиреНрд╣рд╛рдИ рд╣рдорд╛рд░реА?-
рд╣рдо рджреАрд╡рд╛рдиреЗ
рдмрд┐рди рдкрддрд╛ рдХреЗ рд░рд╣рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ
рджрд┐рд▓реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдордЧрд░
рдЬрд┐рд╕реНрдореЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдмрд╣реБрдд рджреВрд░
рдШрдВрдЯреЛ рддрдХ рдЙрд▓рдЭреА рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рдпрд╛
рдЙрдирдХреА рдПрдХ рдЭрд▓рдХ рдкрд░
рдЪрд╛рд╣реЗрдВ рд░рд╣рдмрд░, рд╕рд┐рддрдордЧрд░ рд╣реЛ
рдпрд╛ рди рдирд╕реАрдм рд╣реЛ рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рдиреВрд░
рдорд╣рдмреВрдм рдХреА рдмрд░рд╕рд╛рдд рдХреЗ рдмрд┐рдирд╛
рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдХреЗ рдлреВрд▓ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдХрд░
рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рднреА рд░рд╣рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ
рд╡рд╣рд╛рдБ рдЦреБрд╢ рд░рд╣рдирд╛
рд╕реАрдЦ рд╣реА рд▓реЗрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред-
College life is not for studying. It is for experiencing the freedom of adult life before being burdened with the responsibilities of being an adult.
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Dear Binod,
It's been about a week since I last saw your name, or a post related to you. But it feels like ages have passed...
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SHREYA SINGH
(respectfully.rebellious)
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To the person reading this,
I may not know you, but I do know that you're in a dark place, ready to give it all up. You're feeling that no one understands you, no one loves you and no one would care if you are gone...
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рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдЗрд╢реНреШ рдореЗрдВ
рджрд┐рд▓ рдЙрдореНрдореАрдж рд╕реЗ рднрд░рд╛
рдлрд┐рд░ рдЦреБрд╢реА рд╕реЗ
рдлрд┐рд░ рджрд░реНрдж рд╕реЗ рдЙрднрд░рд╛
рдЗрд╕ рдЗрд╢реНреШ рдХреЗ рдкреНрд░реЛрд╕реЗрд╕ рдореЗрдВ
рдереЛреЬрд╛ рджреГреЭ рд╣реЛрдирд╛ рдкреЬрддрд╛ рд╣реИред-
I'm missing someone
I've never met
Or maybe it's just
someone who left
There's an ache all over
Never dulling pain
Cocooning me like
A phantom limb
I have lost something
I can never find anymore
Yet it's absence follows me
I'm haunted by a ghost
Ghost of my past
The old me
The gone me
The dead me.
I'm no more me.-
They say it's a cage
I'm trapped inside
With no means out
Some laugh at me
Some pity me
Some try to 'rescue' me
But why would I get out
Everything I need is in here
Outside is a labyrinth
The land of unknown
Inside may get difficult
But it is familiar, natural
The peak of my comfort zone
They say I'm in an illusion
Baited by my material needs
To even try to get out
But how will I ever know
That I'm trapped
If I have never been free?-