While cleaning her room she pulled out an old diary from the dusty corner of her cupboard. Her hands gave away, when the diary touched the floor a stack of letters fell out of it, unposted ones.

All neatly enveloped and carefully maintained. The address on it seemed to fade away except for the starting alphabet which was suddenly submerged by a big drop of tear.

Her trembling fingers swept through it taking her back to her twenties when life appeared like an adventure for her.When living seemed like a blessing rather than a curse.

To break the invisible chain of ten year compromise is the  only justice she could do to her already crushed soul no matter what the consequence be, she had to break-free.

She knew coming back to her place was quite risky idea but then it had been long since she took one. Nevertheless an echo of an incomplete conversation repeated continuously within her

And for the first time in the last 10years she hoped to meet him again ………..    only to find herself though!

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