She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing in — Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing in — Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing in — Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing in — Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing in — Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
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She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.

— Ashmita Acharya, The Beginning: The Tears of My Heart
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