Skies that make the bards cry
this isn't nirbhaya 2. her name was moumita. let's not reduce her to just another story which we were supposed to learn from but never did.
everyone deserves a sound proof room they can go to, to let go and cry in.
No but this can fix me fr!
bro shut up I’m trying to gut you and feel your arterial spray on my face
When you become the rage born with the opening of his third eye,
I can only think of the devotion you were at her feet.
And while the world drowned itself in that pious river which flows from his mind,
All along, you love, held its piety in your honeyed voice.
Be the final striking of his feet that stirs the cosmic demise,
Or be the forbearance in his love that found her in the other life.
PS: The art credit isn't mine.
Grown ass professors be beefing with students half their age and having a quarter of their qualification for the sake of entertainment.
How tf does one get a B+ at 90/100 marks on a math test?????