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Comments about Sanchita Arora
when i will die,
my body will be cremated according to customs,
and will get turned into ashes,
let my ashes...
be spread in the garden once i walked barefooted,
spread them on the shore side once i cried,
spread them on the beautiful roses once i admired,
spread them in the hills which drove away my worries and tensions,
i would walk out of the world,
leaving all the mundane tasks required for life,
flying along with dust,
leaving behind the coffee shop where once i drank coffee with friends,
leaving behind the house where i lived, ...