Here’s this one I am sharing are the few lines written by my sister.
Usually she isn’t fond of writing much but the other day she just happened to pen down these lines on the last page of my note book. Unlike before when she used to just scribble any random strange designs. It literally touched me when I read it.
It Hurts when heart shatters… just like a piece of mirror. Heart is not a glass but a mirror which reflects the inner beauty of a person, especially of a girl.
Heart and hurt, both pronounce similar but one is a north pole and the other south. Even then they go hand in hand, they walk together, and they reside as one.
So short yet profound. Didn’t they touch your heart, which might have got hurt ever?