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Everyone says we are made up of sand and clay.  But what if the truth is unknown to us?  What if we are made up of the ashes and dust of the stars, And we are here on earth to learn how to shine, So that when we return back to nothingness, We know how to twinkle. And probably then we might realize that it's just the beginning of a new end.  Everyone says we are made up of sand and clay.  But what if the truth is unknown to us?  They say soulmates are made in heaven What if it's true?  What if soulmates are the ones that have some essence of the star ash that you were made up off?  What if you can only fall in love with someone who has an identical spirit of that star ash?  But then, in that case, why do we sometimes forget to live and love ourselves?  Everyone says we are made up of sand and clay.  But what if the truth is unknown to us?  And we just don't know it yet...  Everyone says we are made up of sand and clay.  But...

Sanaya and I were walking on the streets of Lucknow. We were there to attend a Kavya’s wedding ceremonies. We were all decked up for her Haldi ceremony. Sanaya was wearing a white crop top and pink floral skirt. I was wearing a black monochrome kurta with a heavy red Banarasi silk dupatta that I specially bought for this. Sanaya was asking me about the intricate craftsmanship that my dupatta had when suddenly, we heard someone whistling and hissing. Sanaya and I looked at each other in apprehension. In school, at home, mostly everywhere, we were taught to ignore if something like this happened. We felt someone was following us. We looked back and saw this man standing there and Biting his lips, fondling his balls and walking towards us while constantly staring at us. We reached the bus stop. Kavya said, we had to catch a 48 number bus. So, we're waiting for our bus. Just then, Someone walked towards us and pulled my dupatta and started singing a typical Bollyw...

We saw our love burn down to ashes. I clearly remember it was a night of full moon. We were at the beachside having one last vacation together. I was wearing a short white Scallop Trim Open Knit Cover Up dress. I could feel the breeze fizzling in my messy hair. As I walked barefoot on sand I heard him calling me, I looked back. He was wearing a cotton pant white in colour along with a blue shirt with his buttons opened, showing his abs. He was running towards me. As he reached near me, he gasped for air. I smiled and asked him if he brought the necessary things. He said yes. And that was it. When it was the hour for the ritual. He gathered some sticks and a mighty fire roared. As I stood facing the fire, he stood next to me. He bent down and opened a tiny bag. In it were letters, gifts, cards and all the things I gifted him. I too had a cute little bag that had dried flowers, ring, and other gifts that he gave me in the span of our relationship. We put all t...

She was upset on how he made her feel- Unwanted. He was upset on how she had misunderstood him. In middle of an argument she said, I am not even sure if you have feelings for me. Tell me something,"Do you love me?" to which he replied, As Flaming as the fires.. As cold as the snow.. my love isn't in measurements.. nor in installments.. its like the air.. you breath my love.. each time you inhale..Deeper than the oceans.. Wider than the skies.. Denser than the woods. She didn't know if it were only words, or if he actually meant what he said. But what she knew was deep down in heart the door had finally opened. She had kept it locked for a long time now, She realized, its time now. Time to loosen up. Time to let someone in. Time to be with somebody. She felt the cool breeze, making her locks fly. She ran towards him and hugged him as if that was the last moment. Both felt peace at heart. Both were happy.