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Like alwayse quite different and thot provoking.
"All three pigs built the hut forever but alas..."
And d last dialogue of update.
Too deep meaning.

Loved d update.

Flamingos...I would never have thought.

Life is so unpredictable when a stranger becomes confidante one cannot assume...forever is such a big word but we still expect love to be forever

Updated my Bakbak in Page 65
Zarin, a little gift to you :) <3
Music

The music was absolutely magical! I didn't realise I was about to miss this! I read the chapter again with the music playing in the background and I can't describe how I felt.

Thank you Shika, for making this effort. Even though it's a gift for Z, I'm still thanking you for this is a favor for me too! 😊

Typo tha. Edit kar diya. Else I would be murdered ruthlessly by certain someone. Arre kuch bhi, I had an account, time and I uploaded. Big deal. Thank you ki bachi

Maine bhi edit kar diya! 😆

Itni velli ho? 😃

He he kind of. Abhi ghar aayi, thak gayi, thought of typing WOL fir read this and bas... every thought jumped into gutter. Me in melancholic mood now🤣

Originally posted by: TheBrat

First of all, Reel isn't it? Couldn't forget the music, nor the story, for it is a majestic painting painted before our eyes which we can't forget even if we want to. Let's get back to business now.


It is strange isn't it, that the Nature which would look comforting and inviting when we are happy might look gloomy and intimidating when we are facing the demons of our minds. The whoosh of the wind, the chilliness of the breeze, could be disturbing and the silence frightening too. Isn't it?
I could almost feel the picture you painted before me, I can almost see Geet looking into the silent night, trying to fight with the feelings she was trying to run away from., I could see the turmoil she might be going through, I could see Anjuman listening to the young woman patiently.
"There was something comforting, she found, in confiding in someone who had no reason to be there for you."
Maybe. Sometimes you could tell your worst fears to random strangers than the persons who are close to you. Sometimes you wish the person you share with doesn't have the need to care for you. Sometimes you just need a sounding board to throw your inner thoughts at.

I think at that point Geet might not have liked had the woman butted in and took either of their sides. For some reason I don't see two different parties here, that we advocate for one person blaming the other, as Geet says they are two souls who, focused on what to build and eventually forgot how to build...

When Anjuman spoke, I almost felt a reverence at the woman's words. Maybe that wisdom would come only with age and experience. There are no "I am sorry" or "I can understand" Instead she put an entire new dimension to the issue that my mind ceased to work, for a beat.

I think I still am not out of the hypnotic state you put me in Z. I need some time to come back.

PS: I almost had a heart attack thinking it was Abhi, whose footsteps came closer to Geet. I was chanting "Not Abhi please". I don't like competition you see😆

PPS: The other day I was wondering if there's any Gadha for Heer, and I wondered for a beat if it were Abhi for her. Oh man I sound desperate😆

Originally posted by: glassdoor

me and my whatever.

EDIT ~~

New font, but any specific reason? 😕 I chose comic sans for my writing cuz I felt it suited my personality. Somewhat comic yet sad you know.

Since I am in a weird mood nowadays let me just say a few lines that seem to sum up my feelings about the update.

The piano is playing. And the ferocious intensity is conveyed through the high pitch and tenor.
The vibration from the old wicker flap knocking some sense into the birds flying overhead.
The said birds fly back from the horizon in an anticlockwise direction.

A wild flamingo is standing on one leg. Hoping, waiting for the last of the catch.
To enter up onto his pink beak. So he can just gulp it down and fly away.

Geet has just chanced upon the lake with the migrating flamingo.
Wondering how the bird can change his home every season?
How does the place where he fed and grew become alien for the next few months.

But Lord knows that the flamingo has to only return to his habitat.
Flamingo instinctively knows that the particular lake might be dry at the moment.
But cometh the rain it will be abound with catch once more.

She waves at the flamingo hoping he remembers her when he sees her next time.