Stories

We all are stories in the end.

With a message,

Worth living by.

Unfolding perplexities,

With every character.

Flipping pages of the travel journal,

Smiling adventures,

Screaming life.

Or the bookmark in your dairy,

Sobbing nights,

Tearful days.

The road trip in the mountains,

The wardrobe full of shades of grey.

The family evening and the cricket match,

The ‘chai’ and ‘purane yaar’.

Every moment you were alive,

In those pictures you posed for.

Weird faces but full of life.

To the songs you hum,

Looking outside the window.

Everything worth talking about

And everything else kept secret.

Cause we all are stories in the end.

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