..that I used to call my own.
It was called B -16.
It had all the things I loved.
It was home.
It was me.
But its gone now.
I knew that 3 years were all I had with it.
And I did make them count.
But can you ever get enough of a good thing?
I don't think so.
I left a mark there on the furniture.
It said - Aradhna was here.
The bed, that I've crashed onto.
Studied, eaten, jumped like mad & also cried into.
The bed, that I've crashed onto.
Studied, eaten, jumped like mad & also cried into.
The mirror beside my bed. So many times have I looked into it. Wondered. Wondered.
I still do wonder.
I sometimes wonder. Could I die, hugging that piece of earth? Happy?
And I think, I could.
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