People we knew, and love(d).
Not the kind of love where you're in love with them. Just the kind where you love.
Maybe the teacher who taught you to love to write; the lady you never missed texting after a java failure because you believed their prayers had power; the friend who sent Bangla poems by his Granny on sms; the mentor who would keep The Voices suppliments' cut outs for your name; the friend you'd walk the last delayed 5mins to your home, from school with; the loves!
And all of them are there, somewhere in this universe, somewhere puttting up stories, just that you don't get to see them. Just that you don't get to know them. And probably now if you do, you won't recognise them too.
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