tonight

Will we see a little bit of this and a little bit of that? Dedicated to Suman and her silent resignation and acceptance of her destiny.

Aww...I feel sad for her now 😭

how sad and beautiful @beagle

hamari abla nari kab bajayegi aditya ka tabla...

Silent and defeated. Thanks Beagle.

Originally posted by: indranigupta

Hope" is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickenson

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

Sumo...lost that hope when Shravan said I want you out of my life as your family wishes as well...The biggest misfortune for an orphan who had tried to fight the pain and darkness of being a hanger on ...on someone's life. She didnt exist...but, as a duty which needs to be performed

The last remaining hopes of a Sumo vanished...the beatings of her heart silenced to embody a girl for whom...only one thing remained "Change"...

She believed that a change of clime might again help her to collect the broken pieces of her life...what she forgot was that it was Change in a certain Shravan Malhotra...that meant her future possibilities to be lost for ever...

Shravan...shall write later

Thank you Beagle...for those lines...

Very moving👏

I'm feeling bad for her.. 😭 . don't worry girl, shravu gonna fix everything(fix that guy 😆 )

@indrani- Hope, HOPE is a flame that inhabits a dark corner in a small room at the rear of your house and it's warm glow is hidden from prying eyes. It is the soft voice behind closed doors that whispers, pleads "Open Open". It may be hidden, it's sound may come muffled, you may mourn its death- but it is inextinguishable. To live is to have hope; to have hope is to live life. To give up hope is to give up on life- and that is when a person ends his life - when he finally shuts the doors of hope.

Ode to Shravan-

Silent are the winds that howl
Silently, his darkness prowls
Silence in the gales that rage
Silently, he watches from his cage

Imprisoned in silent words
Imprisoned wings of a silent bird
Imprisoned in silent storms
Silently, hateful words are formed

Awww its just so beautifully poignant. lovely