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I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying every part of you.

It’s very windy today. The air is full of dust, and visibility is poor.

Somewhere in the Delhi. The city where chaos and calmness meet each other in the metro station.

I hate when people connect my life to my writings.

I’m just a person who writes—the only thing that should matter is what I write.

The night we went to Bahrain bay and tool some photos. Here are the few snaps.

Can I go back to the good old days
just for one last time?

To smile without the weight of pain,
and breathe in the calm of peace.
To make myself believe that chaos
and suffering no longer lingers within me.

To live a life unburdened by curses,
to feel blessed-
the way I always deserved to be.

Can I go back to the time
when everything seemed beautiful,
even if only in my dreams,
just one more last time?

After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.

I hope you’ll watch me
rise, just like the old days.

Sometimes, the night is a good time to hide yourself from the rest of the world. It gives a sense of relief, allowing you to be exactly as you want to be.

In the middle of the dark night you become your true self.

I know that one day I will collapse,
And hopefully, you won’t witness it.
I will make sure that, until your last breath,
I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.

That’s the promise I made—to hold you
Forever.