One day, if I do open my eyes, I still don't want to see you. I never ever want to know the real you.
Tuesday, June 15, 2021
3423 : Black is the new light
As Gandhari, I have subsumed the darkness. The light never reaches me. My eyes are now used to the black. I see a million shades in the dark.
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mahabharata,
the poet who lied
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