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White Flowers: A Story By Arahaan
The rain falls like tears from a sky that has forgotten how to stop crying.Each drop carries within it the weight of unfinished stories, of lives that ended before their sentences were complete. I sit at my desk, a cup of coffee growing cold beside me, Murakami’s book lying open to a page I have…