Perhaps, the only thought that elicits a smirk as I stare at the empty walls is the fact that even after everything you couldn't break my heart. I had already been walking the tightropes, more or less. Was ready to let go of the slippery parapet when you came along and caught onto my hand. Your pleading eyes were somehow more appealing than the dive behind me that was meant to be my escape. In that moment, as I was dangling by the only thread of your hand holding mine, there was a relief beginning to surge through me. There was a part of me so high on your touch that it wanted to keep breathing. Was I doubtful of my will to end it all? I do not know. But regardless of my denial, the choice between living for you and dying for myself had been made. And the calm that it came with was so utterly consuming that I didn't realise when you let go. It took me a while to register that the string had broken leaving me at the mercy of freefall and before I could question the sudden emptiness in my hands, it was benumbed. The impact of the fall braced me before I could fall apart. I hit the ground before you could break my heart.
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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