How does it feel to live someone else's memory? To see what they saw? To feel what they felt? How does it feel when all their emotions seep into you? The agony, the exhaustion, the frustration, the pure unadulterated joy?
I didn't know I could feel this close to someone. I didn't know you could actually see things through someone else's eyes. Turns out you can.
When go walk long enough, you reach a place beyond which words have little or no meaning. In this place you can only talk with your eyes. Often, you're alone in this place. But if you're lucky enough... someone who can hear you will be walking with you.
I don't know if there's anyone out there walking with me. But I know I have heard one voice. I have felt unsaid feelings.
I'm certain it won't happen but I know that I'll keep walking until that someone decides to turn around and see me.
910. The girl in the green half-saree
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