The shades are always half lit. Half lit is also half dark. You wake up appreciating the day. But the day does not always appreciates you. I asked for just a smile and what I got was a anything but a smile. I smiled but. The same way I used to. At least the same way I try to. The thirst of her smile remains a morning dream. Like looking for dew on a petal when sun is at the top. I take a look back on the figure which I can see quickly becoming a shade. For me. And a shade is always half lit. Half lit is also half dark.
Truly
Abinash
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