. . I am Tara Sengupta. Yes, from a typical Bengali family. I don't watch bolly drama, and I love music. Mostly into pop songs and indie. Soft notes can indeed be called a my kind of thing. They help me relax and are so healing. And I really need to heal. . Okay. So it's been two days since I last had a crumb. Hmm, I've been fasting. And don't ask me why. Because, really, I don't know. I don't think I know what's going on. Every thing is so beautiful and yet so complicated . I called it 'beautiful', so most people don't get it, as I also called it difficult. Yes.
Beautiful things are hard to get, and when you get them, they are difficult to keep. .
This is me. Lately, I have been running. Running bizarre. I have had a few encounters; been a friend to some, and just an acquaintance to others. My chapters are messy. It's a big volume. And this book isn't going to take you anywhere, I think. Yet if you want to read, go ahead. .
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She was running, Running fast. She was hunted Hunted by her pasts. She was fleeing, Fleeing from the world. She was haunted, Haunted by regret. She was gone, Gone in the sunrise. She was destroyed, Destroyed by the light of life. She was destroyed, Yet, she was running.
I wanted to do something different, so I wrote a story about a couple who are madly in love, who end up killing people and the only way they get away from their crimes is by leaving the country and telling the press that they're dead. Enjoy this short story :)