"Is life so complicated, or is it that simple? Whenever I feel like tired and bent on to give up you come again bringing new rays of hope. When I forgot everything then why? Why run me through this?"
I was talking in my mind, the bundle of pages lay beside me- the missing piece.Almost two years earlier, one summer afternoon while I was walking through the heaving path of College street, stopping by book shops I accidentally came across this shop where they sold year old newspapers and other stuffs. As I was browsing through them I found a bundle of pages that looked like some torn portion of a diary. On it was written
"If destiny has a meaning, if God knows how to play cards, then this wont stop here. This story will continue and the next time we are born, these pages will remind us of the past - a secret witness to an infinite love story.
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I could not write much and thats because of my coming exams. Also I am confused what to write next. Ideas, suggestions are most welcome. Keep reading and sharing :)