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Lost Love

Oct 19, 2022
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By Swatantra


Is it a mistake?

Am I not qualified to ask “Why”?

Did I do something wrong by demanding an explanation?

Or should I just obey every order of yours like you are my emperor and I am your slave?

For some reason, I just feel like I can feel hypocrisy in your words.

You seem to have felt anger when your boss ordered you to cancel your trip without an appropriate reason, just to show off his superiority towards you.

However, at this moment, your words “Maine to reason bata diya, ab teri samaj me nahi aaya to main kya karu” is the exact same thing just phrased differently.

Both you and she are trying to show off your superiority by arbitrarily ordering me to do things.





I admit that you have done a lot for me, however, this cannot be acceptable for that reason.

I can say with my conscience alive that when I grow up if I do need to take care of you, it will be out of responsibility or humanitarian spirit and not because of love.

It’s hard to say this, but I am sure that this is how I feel, I seem to be losing my love for you.

And soon all that I will have left for you will be, gratitude for giving birth to me, gratitude for taking care of me while I grew up, gratitude for letting me pursue my dreams, and many other things, however, there most likely will not be any love left in there for you to receive.

I am sorry but that’s I have left to say.

I am sorry Mom and Dad.



By Swatantra




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