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It was 26th November, another night under the mund

It was 26th November, another night under the mundane city neon lights, cacophony of the never ending trail of vehicles keeping me up on my bed and my ears hooked to Pink Floyd playing through my earphones. Every night when I returned to the same bed, I crawled into my cave and stared into my phone to put my emotions to words. That night she happened to me. 25 years of my life with 3 broken relationships and unable to make sense to the plastic world, I was estranged in my own house. I found my home in her abyss, constructed with fear of abuse, a river of disrespect and agony of a crying soul. I found a photograph hanging on the wall of a beautiful girl with serenity and happiness posing for the right adventure. The house was dilapidated but the girl wasn't hard to be found. Since that night, everyday we have built our home piece by piece. If tomorrow you happen to visit this home of ours, you would find the walls painted with love songs, the furniture made of emotions, and a staircase leading you to abyss where our love is trapped with passage of time. The ticking of the clock has stopped since then, the last time we remember we were awaiting this time. #YQBaba #Microtale #OnTheOtherSideOfTime #Time #OurHome #Love
It was 26th November, another night under the mundane city neon lights, cacophony of the never ending trail of vehicles keeping me up on my bed and my ears hooked to Pink Floyd playing through my earphones. Every night when I returned to the same bed, I crawled into my cave and stared into my phone to put my emotions to words. That night she happened to me. 25 years of my life with 3 broken relationships and unable to make sense to the plastic world, I was estranged in my own house. I found my home in her abyss, constructed with fear of abuse, a river of disrespect and agony of a crying soul. I found a photograph hanging on the wall of a beautiful girl with serenity and happiness posing for the right adventure. The house was dilapidated but the girl wasn't hard to be found. Since that night, everyday we have built our home piece by piece. If tomorrow you happen to visit this home of ours, you would find the walls painted with love songs, the furniture made of emotions, and a staircase leading you to abyss where our love is trapped with passage of time. The ticking of the clock has stopped since then, the last time we remember we were awaiting this time. #YQBaba #Microtale #OnTheOtherSideOfTime #Time #OurHome #Love
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Aditya Sen

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