It’s probably care which makes me go out of track and do
things which occasionally are termed stupid. I still remember “Grow up” which
you texted me once. Hopefully I shall learn to grow up and to be more rational
and lesser sentimental soon.
Although he was a regular writer yet he somehow didn't
publish anything that day and saved this draft.
Unknowingly he was hurt deep down.
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Season was changing and so was the companionship.
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