Cidal


Life quite often does not emulate fairy tales. Sometimes an ending is the nascent of another. And all that’s left is memories. Till you realise they were prominent enough to be remembered. And then suddenly the gush of flashes, the smiles, the narrowing eyes, the flames, never denied. But then, it’s too far. And then it’s too late.

 

 

 

 

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