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TALKING WITH STARS IN SKY
HE
was sitting alone in his balcony under the vast sky, talking to the stars, just like every day... It was his habit. He didn’t talk to anyone about it, as if it was his most important secret, hidden from everyone. But when he remembered it, the stars would organize a party in his name. He was perhaps suspicious or perhaps sad. He looked up and saw the cluster of stars and then said, "Why is it that in the journey of love, one party always falls in love more... He becomes more sensitive... More sorrows adorn his lap, he has to make more efforts, and above all, his memory probably becomes better, due to which he remembers every date, every meeting, every moment... And those moments that are the most beautiful assets of our memory are not found in the mind of the other party, far away, as if that moment were one of the thousands of ordinary moments that came and went for them, which came and went, which does not need to be remembered. It would have been...and these are some of the qualities that make one party in this journey of love beloved while the other is in love...A nameless tear broke the fence of her eyelids and slid down her cheek, making herself worthless...Perhaps today she was missing her immensely...the one who probably didn’t even think about her, the one who was happy and content in her own world, completely unaware that someone was telling her stories to the stars, someone was shedding tears in her memory, that someone was going crazy for her...and how could she even know that this was one-sided love and one-sided love is like that, one party is burning in it while the other remains completely unaware...
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