If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself. And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.

I&#39;ve been taking longer to write stories lately.

Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they’re right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.

Hey corona ab tu
Bas ja jahanse,
Bohat dikha diye tune 
Rang apne,
Bas ab tu ja yaha se...

Written By ARKpriticha

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