Dear Diary, Time is strange.Happy faces and smiles make it sprint like a kid while gloomy faces and tears make it walk like an old folk.The only hope during the hard times is the fact that "It's Time" and it never stands still. It was sunday.Shruti was sleeping.Her phone had been ringing continously for the last fifteen minutes.She picked it up this time,it was Roshni."Oye,I am done with this guy,I'm gonna end it all,BREAKUP.I'll pick you up in 10 minutes...Be ready"-She said.Shruti looked at the clock."Mad or what Rosh...It's just 5:30 girl,you've got all the day for all this.Go sleep and let me sleep too."-said Shruti and Roshni hung up without uttering a word and that was a sign of trouble for Shruti,she knew but she decided to think about it later and slept. After about ten minutes,The door bell rang,"Shruutiiii"-She heard Roshni's voice."Hell man!!"-Shruti said to herself putting a pillow around her ear...
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