“ I guess at this age, we are broken in one way or another.” She said, “ I love Haruki Murakami, who once. wrote, ‘ Two hearts are linked deeply through their wounds, Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility.’ That’s why I feel connected to him. When two people can share their vulnerability with each other, I think it deserves a try.”

“I believe in Karma, what goes around comes around. Each one has their years. It feels so. distant now when looking at those dark days. At least, I am doing well at the moment.” She sighed then continued, “I start to believe in fate. Sometimes, things aren’t meant to be, why do you have to hold on? Live and let live. Life is short.”

“ There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss.”

As the sky weeps, the grief is crystallised, life goes on.

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