Time is something that wait for none, but emotions have a permanent graveyard in our hearts. Even if the main body decays the skeleton remains and even after that the name on the graveyard remains for the world to know about it's ownership.
It's just strange to see the whole world trying to forget something which is permanently etched. No form of slef love, self care, support can ever take away that feeling from us.
We all are nothing but the puppets in the hand of our own emotional demons.
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After all the thinking and all the classes that I didn't bother lending my ears to, I was back at home.
Amma had gone to the neighbours to return their utensils in which they had given cheese pasta for us siblings.
Dodda was sitting on the veranda and Arun was taking a bath.
I go to my room and keeping my bag on my bed, I crash on it. My phone rings indicating someone calling me.
Papa is calling me? Why is he calling me?
