Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Chapter


All have chapters in this life. Since the birth a story started to be written about people present. Our link starts to be with others who were mostly strangers to us. A liking starts to be and that liking even turns into love. This special feeling starts to be realized and when the person whom we love leaves us then it happens to be end of joyful feeling. Tears fill the life in a very cruel manner. This feeling pains and nothing is known anymore. This forms a chapter of love and life, which is painful.

Submitted: Sunday, October 28, 2012
Edited: Sunday, October 28, 2012

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Love is sweet and on the other hand the pain of it is truly painful. It truly hurts to have a broken heart.

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