The warmth of your arm.
Hearth my calm.
A breeze whistle in heart.
And I forget my past.
Under the sky of star, No scar.
And a guitar, though I play bizarre.
But that’s where it’s me, No one to judge or to make prejudice about us.
We walked a long path, And I don’t know from where did we start.
It’s time to be apart with our heavy heart.
And we divert our road with memories over load
~Aayushi
I am glad your cart is full of delightful memories. Now it’s time to move on and make new ones. All the best Aayushi ❣️👍🏻
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Suree😁😁
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Fab…..
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Thank you sir..
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Just beautiful…..
And tooo relatable…
It’s good
Keep working hard
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Work more. I’m sure you will become best in the business.
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Sure😁😁
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This hits harder when you are leaving school😭😭😭
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I know, we made 10000s of memories and in next 5 6 months we will be in a new place, with new people
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