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In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering an

In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. (Continued in caption) In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. Wondering what would life be if we had stayed in touch. With jittery fingers you’ll login to Instagram; the place where we once shared tons of fun memories. Only a glimpse of my tiny profile photo and you’d crave to reconnect. Being plain and simple in text with a child-like hysteria in your heart, you’ll DM me a ‘Hi’ . Reading your text, I would still remember you like my shy, bespectacled naughty old man who had long forgotten of my existence, and reply you, ‘Yo! Darling, badi jaldi yaad aa gayi meri?’ with the same old playful diction.
In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. (Continued in caption) In life, you’ll come across a lot of suffering and heartache that’ll torment your soul to a breaking point. You’ll have stories to narrate of your struggles and survival. Your senile self will yearn for a pair of ears to hear you pour. In that moment, you’ll remember my annoying presence and shed a tear or two. Wondering what would life be if we had stayed in touch. With jittery fingers you’ll login to Instagram; the place where we once shared tons of fun memories. Only a glimpse of my tiny profile photo and you’d crave to reconnect. Being plain and simple in text with a child-like hysteria in your heart, you’ll DM me a ‘Hi’ . Reading your text, I would still remember you like my shy, bespectacled naughty old man who had long forgotten of my existence, and reply you, ‘Yo! Darling, badi jaldi yaad aa gayi meri?’ with the same old playful diction.
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