Oblivion

Time has travelled for centuries, with heroes and heroines, who withered away as dry leaves. Like sand, they slip away in the darkness of the past, forgotten. Remains hidden in names and wars. Perhaps monuments. But fortunate are those who remain immortal as humans, of flesh and blood. Because they peeped through the jharokha of time and managed to write a Memoir of Emotions.

~Suranya 

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