CONVERSATION part-2❤️

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"This time the situation is different..." she explained her heart.

"Is it??" Her brain cut in.

"You're overfeeling this typically baby”, the brain replied.

"AmI??" She huffed, "It’s not that… It’s again me… Me living only with those happy memories but without any end... What, did I just say end? Oh come-on! I don’t even know where it began and where it ends... I’m so unaware, so incomplete and so diverted. I’m becoming batty. I have nowhere to turn, I have nowhere to go... I’m just so lonely, just so dependent and deprived... I am just so broken, living with fake PROMISES and lies…"

"We know! We know it well little girl." they claimed in unison.

"Wait idiots!” she reacted.

Finally a message alert pops up on the screen. And then it was a missed call from the one she never expected…

This time the name “mommy” seemed like a sleep reminder... Catching up with reality and swiping off the notification, she moved her fingers to  unlock the phone and texted, "It's all fine here... Goodnight mommy." Then keeping the phone aside at its regular place, lowering the temperature of her air conditioner and covering herself with her favorite blanket, she finally turns to her left gazing the wall. At last she falls asleeps with watery eyes and moving lips which, still in conversation with her heart and mind about the her confusing situation.

To be continued...

-GAMINI-

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