We have stopped talking, stopped following each other on Instagram, stopped the occasional texts. Nothing went wrong as such. As two-year-old exes, we were cordial, in touch, talking once in a while, until December last year. You'd called me and we spoke for good half an hour about books & our lives.
After that call, I never felt like calling you again. No reason as such other than the sheer inability to get myself interested in your life. Your disenchantment with your job, your fondness yet distant relationship with your boyfriend, your inability to write like before when with me, they all stopped to matter. I had moved on, the second time, this time from our friendship. I unfollowed you on Instagram after that call, you did the same when you found out. And soon, we were out of each other's lives. Some relationships don't deserve a burial, I guess.
Today, curious, I visited your Insta & scurried through some of your photographs, careful not to leave a digital leftover. An accidental like, or a story tap. Sadly, I found out the reason why I lost interest. In your photos, you're reading the books I had suggested two years ago. I have grown over them.
I have new favourites now.-
Be careful!
If they really care, they will show you the PATH to your destination or else they will just confuse you.-
The street to reach my destination is quite rugged but my resolution is strong enough to face every road filled with prongs and to achieve my aims.
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As we are happy with each other and want to be a couple. On this particular day, I want to send a proposal to your mom that i love your daughter. I'll keep her safe and happy all my life. Please accept.
Happy Propose Day ЁЯМ╣.-
рд╕рд┐рдХрд╡рд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╡реШреНрдд рд╕реЗ рдпреЗ рддреЛ рдмреЬреЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╕реЗ рдЧреБрдЬрд░рд╛
рдХреБрдЫ рдпрд╛рджреЗрдВ рдЫреВрдЯ рдЬрд░реВрд░ рдЧрдИ рд╣реИ рдмреЗрд╣рд┐рд╕рд╛рдм рджреЛрд╕реНрддреЛрдВ рдХреА
рд╡реШреНрдд рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдЬреЛ рд╕рдореЗрдЯ рд▓реЗрддрд╛ рдХрднреА рдлреБрд░реНрд╕рдд рд╕реЗ
рдЦреИрд░ рдЕрдм рд╡реЛ рдпрд╛рд░ рднреА рддреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдирд╣реАрдВред-
рдкрд░рдореЗрд╢реНрд╡рд░ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╢реАрд░реНрд╡рд╛рдж рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╣реЗрдВ рдЕрдирдВрддрдХрд╛рд▓ рддрдХред
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The sound of writing is that which can only be heard by a broken or shattered soul .
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Kaash dil ki baat labo pe lana Itna aasan hota
Dil ki baat jab dil hi na mane toh jubaan bhi kambakt Kya kaam ki...!
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# Terrible Coincidence #
рдмрдЪрдкрди рдореЗрдВ рдПрдХ рдмрд╛рд░ рдореИрдВ рд╕реНрдХреВрд▓ рд╕реЗ рдШрд░ рдЬрд╛ рд░рд╣реА рдереАредрдмрд░рд╕рд╛рдд рдХрд╛ рдореМрд╕рдо рдерд╛ рдФрд░ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддрд╛ рдордБрдбреБрдП рдХреЗ рдЦреЗрдд рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рд╕реЗ рдерд╛ред рдореИрдВ рдШрд░ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреА рдЬрд▓реНрджреА рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╣реБрдд рддреЗрдЬреА рд╕реЗ рдЬрд╛ рд░рд╣реА рдереА рдХрд┐ рдЕрдЪрд╛рдирдХ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ рдореЗрдВ рджреЛ рд╕рд╛рдБрдк рд▓реЬрддреЗ рд╣реБрдП рджрд┐рдЦрд╛рдИ рджрд┐рдПредрдореИрдВ рдЗрддрдиреА рддреЗрдЬреА рдореЗрдВ рдереА рдХрд┐ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рд╕рдБрднрд▓рдирд╛ рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рдерд╛редрдордЧрд░ рд╢рд╛рдпрдж рд╕рд╛рдБрдкреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдЖрднрд╛рд╕ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛, рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рд╡реЗ рддреЗрдЬреА рд╕реЗ рдЦреЗрддреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЧрд╛рдпрдм рд╣реЛ рдЧрдПред
рдЕрдЧрд░ рд╡реЗ рд╡рд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕реЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рддреЛ рдпрдХреАрдирди рдореЗрд░реЗ рдкреИрд░ рдиреЗ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдКрдкрд░ рд╣реА рдкреЬрдирд╛ рдерд╛редрднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рддрдм рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛!-