The letters of my mind , which were never read to anyone, nor did I peeped in by myself again. The letters that were never really written, neither posted, nor shown . They remained unknown...
There are things that are left unexpressed.The things you wanted to tell , the people you wanted to bind. The statements that remain unstated, the words that weren't uttered at all.
The feelings that you hesitated to show, the emotions that you buried deep below. The questions you wanted to ask, the answers you wanted to give.
Tons to show and heaps to know. Always.
[If we could do things the way we are supposed to do;
Then it would've been all perfect throughout our lives.
But it isn't , for a reason…
And that is because life is all about the little imperfections and flaws that sum up it's beauty, that makes us more of what we really are…
A human.]
Now, let me tell you a story.
• Once upon a time , there w
