Post #951

Mugdho had a smile that could light up a room. One day, he fell on the street, protesting against the government. Perhaps now he's a star in the sky, drifting from planet to planet, star to star. Dying in such a way, like a hero—it's a rare fate. Most, however, die quietly, their stories fading into obscurity. I wish I could die like him in a heroic way. Then I will drift from one star to another. But is everything written for everyone? Maybe! Maybe not! You never understand what you lost, how precious it was. But when you will understand, it’s too late. Or, what you will get in upcoming days, you never know.