your mere goodbye and i got the long nights to cry No,those are not stars you see in the sky.. I cried, Those are the diamonds of my eyes....
Emotion... a weird sense of human....strong handling make us numb....loose handling make us dumb...
even after every emotional accident , the show must go on.
Its best to live imperfectly happy living a life of your own choice than to imitate someone else and be a plastic doll.
Sentimental blackmailing is the melodrama done by heart over our brain.
when the presence is like thunderstorm , the absence prevail deep dark silence.
I have my own stories. A few are known and some untold. Be a tragic one or a comedy one, stories are meant to end at a certain point. Stories... teach us whether we are the option or we are comparing.
some stories are sudden like an inhale, some are overcoming like the tides, some, we name mistake, some are called lessons. Stories...tragic, romantic, comedy. We make them, they make us .
I Think and think... And more thoughts line up to get processed.