sudipta-maity

Everyone said his voice was magic. But to her it was more that that. 
His voice to her was like the rays of the sun reaching the dark void of life.
She wanted him. She loved him.
Oh darling... I hope you remember that you are allowed to enjoy the sun rays but you can never reach the sun.

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Music was his passion. Guitar his life.

So she went on to become a string of his guitar... The best cord producing the sweetest music ever.

Suddenly life happened. 
Fate got her pressed, bruised. 
Finally broken.

And then... He replaced the broken string for a new one.