Waking up one morning to a stranger next to you, after spending all your life with them, they stare at you with disbelief as your memory of them slowly fades.

We threw chew toys to Misty, Mom’s golden retriever that she bought two years ago secondhand. Misty was supposed to be a seeing-eye dog, but she failed her exam because she’s too affectionate. It’s a flaw we don’t mind.

You are confined only by the walls you build yourself.

I don't want him, I need him. He isn't a demand, he is a necessity.

Written By KANAK BANSAL

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