you know, when I hadn't left Indore, I used to dream about these places with long roads stretching amidst tall mountains, rivers and big rocks standing upright right in the flow, oceans and waves and all those stuff. I used to fantasize living that dream all the time. And when I did start living that life, it slowly became routine and I outgrew the place that had just become too dear to me.
but, when I look at you, and your hairs that fall gently on your face, and your smile when you are surprised by something, and your beautiful eyes that still glow exactly like the way they did 40 years ago when I saw those for the first time, I couldn't imagine growing out of being fond of you.
but, when I look at you, and your hairs that fall gently on your face, and your smile when you are surprised by something, and your beautiful eyes that still glow exactly like the way they did 40 years ago when I saw those for the first time, I couldn't imagine growing out of being fond of you.
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