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She was seated near the window and breathing in the fresh air, which touched her skin every now and then. Opening her bag placed next to her, she pulled out her diary and flipped through the pages, to stop across a page where a pressed, dried rose adorned as a bookmark. She felt its crisp, wrinkled petals which crushed into bits with every caress. Keeping it aside, … Continue reading Page no. 76