“My whole diary was covered with these monosyllabic forms in all different scripts I knew. Going through these pages felt like leaping out into the scorching heat. Sometime, there are always these deep-rooted scars that stays alike loose stiches. Once in a while, your darlings, at this trice, keep tripping over it. You run and save them for now but will we be able to do that always? Scars are tugged into our bones & it aches every now and then. The only thing that held you so far were the magic that reached out to your lungs. And your guilty conscious retells you that bygones are never bygones.”

– Mayush 

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