"Place the curtain over that direction." I pointed at the worker decorating the engagement venue. Rubbing softly towards the piece of white cloth wrapped around my forehead.
"Aachal, why don't you take some minutes of rest?" The concerned friend was roaming around me with a look of alarm. She hadn't left my side after I had gain consciousness. My frequent assurance had gone useless. Maybe because she knew me better than the world surrounding us. She knew I wasn't fine! She knew my assuring smile was fake, meaningless.
Whatever I am, whoever I am, is due to the readers who read this book. Your support has been a great source of strength on my hard days. I feel valued, capable, and talented because of the constant support you all have showered on me. I am nothing without you. You're my extended family. Thanks for always supporting me... Sanjh
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