A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

The piggy banks of heart are approached to steal the love within, leaving them damaged.

Meri kismat ki kitab me,
Ache kagaj bhut kam hai,
 Aise rishte se kya umeed 
 Jiske agaaj itne nam hai...

Written By Sakshi Sharma Bhardwaj

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