"Once upon a time . . "
And that is how many sweet things are remembered. She sits in one corner, walks down the memory lane, revisits many things, peeps in to her secret orchid which had always been her hide out from the external chaos and envisions the past as a reel. Then, she pushes every thing in to an airy bag, tucks them tightly, labels it as sweet memories, keeps it in an area where everything remains unspoilt, erases her thought of going back to those good old time, returns to the recent picture, realizes the past her is in no way related to the present her, makes up her mind that she should never breathe on those unspoilt stuffs . . .
The story of life full of silence, continues - a silence that had always been strange to her in her previous phase .
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