This image was taken after I immersed your ashes. The sky had you.
Fitting into the definition of ‘Perfection, and everything that has to be correct, you hide behind the masks, to fit
It has always taken me utmost pride to call you my sister. Little, is a bonus. You turn 22 today and have seen enough already to get up, every time you fall.
Mujhe maaloom tha tum mar nahi sakte. Tumhaari maut ki sachchi khabar jisne udaayi thi, vo jhootha tha. Vo tum kab