Hey.
Only the sound of fan is heard. It's night time, must be dark outside but her room is lit by a single lamp. The other one burnt weeks ago she wasn't feel like changing or asking anyone to change it for her as yet. Perhaps later. Later when, she didn't know. That has to wait.
Now she's writing. She's types, deletes and the same process repeats for a while. The truth is she has nothing to write. but she knows she has been wanted to be back here. It has been too long.
A lot has happened when she was away. Too many it is impossible to list them down here. but she thinks she might write about them here later anyway. those precious memories, they would be such a waste to keep them only for herself so penning them down here is a must. though some have made their way to her instagram account and already received a few likes.
Ah, it took some time to type this much. I'll be back.
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