The Butterfly Effect

One afternoon while enjoying her beautiful solitude, a small fragment of image of  past passed through her mind and before she could stop it, the fragment size started increasing, forming a complete image. Then jumping on to next fragment.

Slowly she realized what was happening. She was actually reminiscing with herself. It didn’t make her sad or happy. It only made her realize that what she claimed to have forgotten was still very intact,almost. Can call it dormant.

Pretending for a long time made her believe her own pretense.


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