"How fragile are those memories! At the slightest push, they started bleeding anew! There came the midnight rain of agony, and stars pushed up in the velvet sky! A weeper became a weaver of light!"
"Stars Stitched in the Dark"...Excerpt Jayita Bhattacahrjee
Courtesy: Inspiration showers
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