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And then she woke up alone, no arms around her, no one to cuddle with, no one to give a kiss and yet a smile on her face. A woman in a foreign land, feeling free and solitary after a long time. In the ruins of Hampi, her troubled soul felt revived. Looking outside at the beautiful hills, listening to the whisper of trees, the silence of the lake, the hustle of the wind, the buzz of the town, she suddenly felt she does indeed exist! At that moment, she was delighted, she was carefree, she was happy.
And then the glass broke.
She woke up again, with an arm around her, someone to cuddle with, someone to give a kiss to but no smile on her face.




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