He held my hands and kept gazing into my eyes for a long time and said,
“Your eyes are like liquid poetry and they recite your pain to me.”
I said,” Those poems are the tears that reached the corners of my eyes but did have the courage to fall out .”
He closed his eyes and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
I asked him,” What made you cry?”
He said, “Now your tears are my tears and your pain is my pain".
Aarti Khurana
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