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Aarihini stopped the car to take in the stillness that surrounded her in the countryside. She was glad she decided to get away and explore! She knew she was only a few hours from the city, but she felt like she was in a different world altogether.
She took a few deep breaths as she admired the green, the quiet and most of all, the feeling of being completely liberated from the chaos of the city. She had even switched her mobile off to make sure she didn’t pay attention to the endless stream of emails that were coming to her inbox.
“They can wait until Monday,” she weakly told herself as she felt a wave of guilt pass through her for ignoring her work.

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Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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New on 500px : INTO THE LIGHT by SunnyKabbinada by SunnyKabbinada

Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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