As she walked on the coasts of the sea, once again she started to crave a new way for herself. The old ones were carried away by the sea waves. The new ones are just there for a few seconds until she moves to her abode. The breeze could be felt on her face, her hairs moving here and there in unfriendly manner. Not giving enough time to give attention to the vision that lies ahead. Darkness is filled everywhere except the people on the other side enjoying the brighter days of their lives. The hustling is exciting for her, their clear vision left her craving to be there. All she wants to do is waiting for a while to embrace the sea waves on her feet at such an unusual hour. She could have easily enjoyed the usual ways but she refused to be in the crowd. Her trust has been broken not once or twice but more than that. She had greater reasons to live now. The reasons to make each and every hour splendid with each passing moments make her heart lighter. The desires to lose herself in the process once again like her golden days could be felt now. Living is becoming a part of her like her breathing. Her strangeness became her friend this time. All she wanted a bit more time to go back to those moments lost forever now. The sand beneath her feet has already started to sink; she has started to move on. The new ones being created and the old ones were lost. As she continued to make her way the previous signs of her feet were lost; there is nothing called new and old, happy and joyous or sad and depressed because everything is the same sandy pathway that stayed before she walked on them
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