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Those Who Gave Up On Love

It was never easy for the trees to hold on to its root when the storm was furious that winter night. It was not easy for the bees to survive as the hive fell down or someone like us burnt it just like that. I remember the weary winter nights when the wind was sharp and there was one last flower on that bushy plant whose name I still don't know. That night when I closed the window pane, I didn't know I will see it the other day, but I did. I looked at it and it told me how amazing the morning's warmth was; I never got to know how stormy the night was which it survived. It never reflected that. 

By that time I was always attracted by the cracks in the soil. I never understood what was I looking for all this while. But every day when I found the crack amusing, I knew I would found nothing. That monsoon I found a plant growing from that gap and my happiness knew no bound. Though I believed the crack was all I was looking for, all this while I had a hidden hope inside. That monsoon I got what I was looking for unknowingly. I always stopped in my way to take a glance at it and I smiled seeing it grow. With that something else also grew! My will to look at things changed and now when every time I find cracks in my way, something breaks inside me. 

Those who have given up on love; find your own reflection on things around you and trust me you will find a way to nurture the love once again!

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