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There is a strange, poetic justice in that. Your body refuses to carry the weight of those dead dreams anymore. So, it releases them through your eyes. Every tear is a eulogy for a hope that didn't survive reality. As painful as this state is, there is a hidden grace in the phrase "beh gaye" (flowed away).
We have all been there. That moment when you finally realize the dream you held for ten years isn't coming true. That relationship you fought for is over. The version of life you planned for yourself has died. dil ke arman ansuon mein beh gaye
When those armaan die, they don't just vanish. They liquefy. They turn into tears. There is a strange, poetic justice in that
When something breaks, it stays there, shattered on the floor, cutting your feet every time you walk by. But when something flows away? It leaves. It empties out. It creates space. Every tear is a eulogy for a hope
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