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The pagrdi Girl, panga nai lene ka kya.
Her attitude is just another level, this is what made me to frame her in this click.
#Artist *Cubbon park*
And shout out to bhai #_the_photography_lover
NIKON D3300 iso800 shot1/800sec. f/3.5 18mm splash
To the one who forgot,
Hey, it’s me. Do you remember? I think not. But I do, and I think I always will. You are living in some other part of my life, the part that isn’t mine but I still own it, irony much? I am writing this letter as my part of therapy. They told me to write about someone I want to forgive. Someone who hasn’t even apologized to me. I chose you, as always, I chose you. Remember when we watched ‘The Vow” together? I had asked you then, “what will you do if I forgot you?” I remember you saying, in a very serious tone, “I’d spend each day of my life trying to remind you of all our memories. I’d love you every day, I’d make sure you remember me.” “Even if I forget myself,” I had added. I still wonder why you never asked me what I’d do if you forget me. Was it because you knew, even then, that somehow you would. And that no matter how hard I try, you’d still forget me, every day. You did, you forgot me so easily, like I never existed. I can’t forgive you because it hasn’t been so easy for me, not even close. I cannot forgive you for not looking back to see if I am. I can’t forgive you for not being home that night. I cannot forgive you for never showing up again. No matter what my therapist says, it is hard to forgive a person who doesn’t even remember being wrong. But some day, some day in future, you’ll remember me, you will remember my pain, my words, my love. Someday you’ll know how the world feels such a terrible place when the only person you want to talk to doesn’t pick your calls. One day you’d remember and know what it is to be me. One day I’ll forget what it was to be in love with you. And then you’ll see how forgetting doesn’t hurt as much as remembering does.
— letters I’d never post // d i s h a
Art by: @never.forever