Scrolling through the gallery of the 'masked girl' smiling,
With Capaldi's 'Before you go' being played as loud as the tympanum can bear.
With throbbing breaths and stinging eyes, she doesn't recognize.
Not the one inside. Nor the one outside.
All the time afraid.
If the diary and depressed notes she has written,
Will be the eulogy spoken.
For the short life she lived.
And while writing, she takes 'empty breaths'
Being bitten by the mosquitoes.
Kindred to the beggar's body on the bus-stop.
She stops.
Weighing each and every word she writes.
For she knows too well she will be reading this again
And would be triggered by the referred 'short life'.
She is the same girl who would be inspired by Rajesh Khanna's inspiring dialogue 'Babumoshai, zindagi lambi nai, badi honi chahiye'
The same. Yet so different.
Yes. Time can do a lot to a person.
And when the person is you. The line doesn't become a teaching. It becomes an experience.
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