𝔸 V•E•I•L 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕.
meri bhuji ruh ki mehek to har taraf hain, par.......
ye darr aur dard kisi ko samajh nhi aa paya.


A tear,
a drop.
𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋,
𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺.

A drop seems beautiful when you are under the rainy sky.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇.
_when my privacy became a legitimate property to an unknown.
_when I should have screamed at top of my lungs, my vocals dried.

A fear of something is horrible.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾.
_this fear which stops you at the track and you move around to see a monster behind.
_this fear which gets intense when he smiles and gets near you in dark.



𝑏𝑒𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑓 𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑘𝑎𝑟 𝑗𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖, 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑛𝑒 𝑏ℎ𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑖.
𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚒 ab to puraani azaadi ki yaade bhi karwahat bhari baate lagti hain.



𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩?................... 🄼🄴?
𝙊𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣?
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾.....
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋......

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾!



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