"Tere rukh se apna raasta.Main chhod doon ya na..."
(Should I turn away from your face and walk my path or not)
"Achha chalta hoon duaaon mein yaad rakhna..."
(I’ll take your leave now remember me in your prayers)

“Once she gave me a mud cup for tea and mango pulp for joy. Now I give her silence and distance. Maybe I never outgrew her and just grew too quiet. She was the sunshine in my storm and now I’m a shadow in hers.”

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