Hey,
Mind...the most extraordinary being...it has its own way of interpreting things, its own unique logic, and a very apt reasoning scheme. Humans, mere puppets in the hand of this mind. The complex web that this mind weaves, the humans find themselves entangled in the same time and again.
A web you created with Arnav Lavanya Khushi. Where do they all fit? A dying relation and a blooming one. Life. So easy yet so difficult. A phoenix rises from its own ashes. But does it carries the scars?
And then we judge...how can we? We are all the same. We cannot control the situations where we find ourselves. We do things we are not supposed to do. We say things we are not supposed to say. We feel things we are not supposed to feel. But then we do pass judgement on others. We label them right or wrong. Why? How?
Wish in life 2 + 2 is always 4...wish!
Okay...I m really sorry for commenting so late. No proper reason for that but hope you overlook it. And well what do I say about the story...grey is my favourite colour...the colour of clouds before it rains, the wind it carries, the smell it carries, the essence of life it carries...and that is your story.
Thanks for the pm.
Happy writing!
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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