The ocean maiden doused in love, masked her tears and treaded on the terrain mindlessly.
Tears were condensed and turned into pearls, buried into the depth of the soul as memories.
Detaching the pearls may be fatal to her heart.
She lives with those pearls inside her oyster heart.
Oblivious so far in life she started looking around, the people, it was strange for a baby to understand the world once it comes out of the womb.
She too felt the panic of a newborn but she was not able to cry.
Though she wanted to wail and let out all her pent up emotions,tears failed her like her loved ones.
Grief is not a blanket to be removed as we wake up from the bed. It is in layers and when you think, you are done with it, there is a layer beneath…it is a lifelong process!
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