Tuesday, 25 June 2019

Ceasing to exist.

If you stop writing and they stop reading, you shall stop existing for each other.
Living blissfully in their own parallel worlds, just ceasing to exist  in  each other's.
Like the smoke, disappearing into the thin air. One minute there, the next gone forever.
Like a rainbow, vibrant and beautiful and a virtual illusion.

                    Photography Credits Go To Ananya & Shriya