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By Mahima Dhupar

Seldom someone writes about death but some days

force you to look at death more than others.

Its ironical and strange, how both love and death

happen when you least expect them.

Love arrives with hope and shelters your heart with

benignity and euphoria.

Death, on the other hand, comes with grief and leaves

you hollow.

It's a tragic oxymoron, how they both end up taking you

to heaven.

By Mahima Dhupar

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