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Sitting amongst the freshly pruned roses,

listening to the Mynas screeching their hearts away in the distance,

with my Hindu on my lap,

I realise in all the hassle what truly matters in life.

in response to the nostalgia

gnawing at me.

There's no going back to

those sunsets,

there's no going back to that company.

and our measly presence;

a humbling contradiction.

promises peace

of a monastery.

Boisterous laughter

takes away

my miseries.

you believe in yourself,

That moment will be

beautiful

Next time you can beat the pain

No more tears will come again

Only smiling laughing till the end

Your own story of finding happiness

Don't forget to love even the smallest things.

when everything in the world

takes its right place

It shines more

Beautifully?

the night falls

That sun that only leaves behind

the sunset glow

They all have their unique colors

Beautiful, beautiful