Prateek Kuhad – Saansein

Anonymously generous, unmistakably mistaken to have even been born in the world of scavengers. And unfortunately misunderstood her whole life for her introvertedness.

Nobody asked her questions. Not a soul!

Everybody sure had answers though. The stories they tell themselves; stories about the stories they mic the world about her.

Can’t unsee, she’s tired of puppeting over everybody’s expectations.

Grinding. Grinding and grinding to find a tree she can take a dependable shelter on, fruit to share with and at last live a good enough life. A Simple life.

However, the swallowing nightmare perspires, and she’s dumb exhausted justifying her pure and genuine intentions to leave the world a litter better than she found it. In the likes of Mrs. Silence Dogood.

She bespeaks for lack of acceptance and empathy in our sophisticated world of self-serving, dumb intellects.

I reckon, she’s in search of a love. 

I reckon, she’s in search of a friend.

I reckon, Real love is acceptance.

I reckon, Real friendship is acceptance.

I hope you find her.

I hope you save her.

I hope you accept her.

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