​With every single step she takes towards her home, feels like she is drowning in deep water. Confided within four walls between lovely people, but never felt loved. Where she never gets an eraser to rectify her mistakes. Gatherings of mature people but becomes a child whenever she does something wrong, unintentionally. 

At tea time, every sip of tea feels like poison which is killing her inside. With every sip, her eyes gaze every successful person yet failures in life. Thinking is this what she deserves.? 

Having tea yet carving for love, caring for every single thing she deserves but hasn’t got yet.But life tricked her, she thought it would kill her but it made her.

                              – Reva Rajput


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