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Aug 2019
They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me.
Just indeed a normal day.
But yes silence all around, seemed just like the 'fairy of silence' would have passed away.
So calm, deep and composed.
End of an hectic day, was that silence, that was set before hand by those naked walls. As if wished that I should be done by now.
That silence, that indeed silence was something which unknowingly turned to something irritating and haunting.
It became so frantic that I died.
Yes I died.
But the very next morning when again the beam of light penetrating through curtains entered my room, those naked walls sang the morning rhyme.
And through I was born.
But this time a differently composed.
Or it will be just to say a perpetual silence lover.
Aakrity kalhansh
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Aakrity kalhansh  19/F
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       ---, Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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