Chapter-13
Every encounter carries a whispered purpose in the cosmic script.
When we do, the angles of fate giggles out in the sky. The writer smiling at the turn of the scene, calling it fate. If someone asks me how many hours, months, years did it take me to let go of her.
My heart will echo with one answer-None.
I never tried to forget her, a truth I continuously deny. In reality, I never brought myself to do so.
Heart, a gallery of emotions, she will always remain a canvas brushed with aesthetic hues, where every sentiment dances with grace and purpose.
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