Hidden

There were a lot of doors. It was a corridor full of doors. Each door had two different stories, combined together. Sometimes a story behind one door would go and meet a different story behind another door, touching it for a second but never completely mingling with it. Each story must return to its own door. Without the door, the story is incomplete.
Some days I was curious to find the stories of every door and at other times I was indifferent to the story that belonged to my own door

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One thought on “Hidden

  1. great work .. keep writing !

    .. what you’ve written above has helped me a lot to understand the following ;–)

    mayra darwaza toRnay walo !
    main kaheeN chhup rahooN, zara Thehro

    [ Jaun Elia ]

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