Expression is just a lines in a shape embedded to the face

I want to tell you I'm strong and resolute, but in truth, I feel afraid and alone and uncertain. I feel as if he has died, and I suppose in some way it's true. I'm left with nothing but this strange beating in my heart that tells me I'm meant to do something in this world. I cannot apologize for it, or for loving this small beating as much as him.

In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

Written By Arundhati Roy

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