Dear heart,
Kindly stop thinking too much. You don't have many days left with you. So why not spending them in a good way so that when you meet the angels of heaven, you could probably narrate them stories of your book like the old beautiful grandma does.
                                                    - Regards-
                                                     -The Mind-  

 While she slept a few more temporary sleeps, her mind played its own restless game of sending those intangible letters and interrupting those painful flows of feelings that her heart couldn't get rid of.
                                                 
                                                     ~komal~