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Hemalatha G

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I find my words tucked under bedspreads. That's where I hide my emotions. They are teeming with your references these days. It's quite difficult to make out my relationship with you. Silences. Indifferences. Admirations. Love didn't even play peek-a-boo with me. I cannot even dust you by addressing you as a stranger. Every pulse knows you're not one. You're a known, well-connected person who keeps distancing yourself from me. Do you fear commitments? I do. Maybe, we are meant to watch our breaths embracing one another in a single frame; when we both sit apart like mere passersby. Raw. #YQbaba #youandme #unknowns #life #aprilproses #notaletter #yourquote

I find my words tucked under bedspreads. That's where I hide my emotions. They are teeming with your references these days. It's quite difficult to make out my relationship with you. Silences. Indifferences. Admirations. Love didn't even play peek-a-boo with me. I cannot even dust you by addressing you as a stranger. Every pulse knows you're not one. You're a known, well-connected person who keeps distancing yourself from me. Do you fear commitments? I do. Maybe, we are meant to watch our breaths embracing one another in a single frame; when we both sit apart like mere passersby. Raw. #YQbaba #youandme #unknowns #life #aprilproses #notaletter #yourquote

Hemalatha G

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Unspoken words are comfortable until silence becomes deafening. (Caption) Even the rusty iron gate reminds me of you. So do the cracked wooden benches. I'm beginning to start my day thinking about you. And end my nights pleading with Him to place you in the second row of fourth classroom, the next morning. Despite knowing, my plea is doomed to indifference, I keep repeating. Silly me! I find my voice chock-full of uneasiness and joy while uttering your name. Right now, as I swallow a lump of longing along with saliva, I try not to shudder. Will I feel bette

Unspoken words are comfortable until silence becomes deafening. (Caption) Even the rusty iron gate reminds me of you. So do the cracked wooden benches. I'm beginning to start my day thinking about you. And end my nights pleading with Him to place you in the second row of fourth classroom, the next morning. Despite knowing, my plea is doomed to indifference, I keep repeating. Silly me! I find my voice chock-full of uneasiness and joy while uttering your name. Right now, as I swallow a lump of longing along with saliva, I try not to shudder. Will I feel bette