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What is the truth, but a perception of reality? And when the reality is blurred, Your eyes will bleed before you see the absolute truth.
She sat down, hauntingly close to the fire, Manu standing beside her. Both of them with their backs turned towards the malevolent blazes.The flames crackled in the absolute silence of the night. The flesh inside them was melting, the bones were cracking.The wrath of fire grew taller disappearing into the lifeless sky.
The pyre swallowed her necklace whole and let out an ominous cry.The log of woods and straws
“A dream is manufactured from a deep psychological place buried in our unconscious. It is the product of conflicts between our deepest, darkest desires and what others expect of us. Often, the dreams that come across as sweet to us are not
reminds you of him. Manu is simply facing the after-effects in those dreams. Given his situation with his father, your brain will paint as true a picture of the deceased-
As the hot vapour effervesced,
“You know why I am here?” whispered Dolly,“They say I have bipolar disorder…that I can’t control my anger. But you know what…”
“Did the cremation hurt?” asked Sanjana gently rocking Manu in her lap as the sky got brighter. “Not even a little,” replied Manu getting up, “Remember how in the nightmares we shared, the fire could never hurt me. In fact, nothing hurts anymore.”
“What if I want to be in this hallucination? What if I want this to be my reality? I can’t lose you. Not again.”
‘I thought I knew what love and care meant. I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was brave and strong, but I have never been more wrong in my life.
Punit, I sincerely hope that no mother should ever see her child die.
