Submitted by Rupayan Banerjee, Last Modified on 2019-11-08

It was not the scorching heat of the summer which burnt the skin…but more of your absence in my daily life that steamed my heart…..instigated more by your memories and the moments I fancied….A little word of hatred towards you gave me bliss because you responded to it….more than the essays of love….which remained unturned….


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