She peeked through the window and saw the full moon beaming
at her. She smiled. She smiled to herself after long. She found solace in the
moonlight at that very moment making the hollowness in her life disappear.
She flipped through the pages of her journal which she had
begun to write again, again after abandoning writing since few years. Her
fears, her anxiety, the terror, the dread were cascading on the paper. The outpouring
of the emotions lessened her burden.
She had stopped groping for love. She dreaded 'Love' after
meeting him. She never read about such love in books or poems she adored.
She wrote down: “This is not love. You don’t love me.
Because love never hurts. Love never makes one want to die. Love gives warmth
in fear. Love gives strength in weakness. Love never abuses. Love gives
assurance. Your love is not love. Don’t Love Me!”
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