Geet stard at her reflection in the mirror. Why did she always turn introspective in the bathroom? She reached into her purse, pulled out a compact to adjust her makeuo and grimaced. Her serious expression made her look older than her twenty- one years.
Time was not her friend, she decided.
Pulling out her lip gloss as well, geet touched the rose pink to her lips, blotted the better part of the colour into a tissue and restored the makeup to her purse
Hazel eyes staired back at her from the mirror, while long dark brown rings of hair cascaded from the head like a waterfall
Before yesterday ,thick brown mass had reached nearly to her waist.
Now a stranger looked back at her.
Why had i let Meera talk me into getting a cut
CHAnge you want something new in your life.. she had said dramatically
She smiled sadly remembering it.
Change. She whispered . she was right I had not had a hair cut in 5 yrs.i had not had lived in past 5 yrs too. Just some rhythmic breaths. Why can't those breaths change their course?
Why can't they stop breathing?
Why why why..
There were so many why is in her life but answer..
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Pari:
Aadi :
He has sworn with him that they will expose the truth together.
Yash Handa .: