Love found buried between a book
Story about Love: One day I saw myself in mirror lonely, upset and dying yet always smiling! People says I was Withered the wounds are far deeper than it seems. If you notice them well then, I am become Sufi now, spreading my fragrance across the world. People say that it smells weird from your wounds however I still spread fragrance in spite being getting so many wounds! As Now I am used to it! I have accepted it that it’s ok to get hurt again and again as at least it gives someone happiness who betrays me and the one who gets betrayed learns a lesson. Let’s Imagine how many times and how many ways I am being killed and just imagine in spite of all the betrayal I still live with a HOPE, hope that one day there will be a light, One day I will not be used, one day I will meet someone who will be truthful to me and someday no one will play with me. I don’t know how much pain I have been through, there is no limit of Pain. I guess I don’t know how to