Oh yeah the title is Gujarati for 'sacrifice'. I don't know why for sure it is in Gujarat, but yea…..
I still remember the time he waved his hand in front of me and said: "don't take life too seriously- no one gets out alive, anyway." And I had screamed "yeah, but doesn't mean I purposely kill myself!" to which he replied "no one is dying okay, ya gotta trust me."
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I trusted him. Gave him the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what he did. He destroyed me.
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"It is okay" I told him, "you can use it". His eyes widened "what!" He cried out as he stumbled back. Breaking his intent gaze from the little glimmering pair of earrings stuck in my ears.
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Looking back I realize that yeah, if I wanted, I could have changed the tale a little, but I am happy with how it turned out. You see, true love is selfless. It is prepared for a sacrifice.
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It was a trade; one soul for another. The universe had to balance itself, or else it would go down, deep down and take everything else with it. But I didn't cared. I would go hell and back just to see a smile on his face so; I threw all the rules out of the window and offered him the earrings, the very tool for my demise.
He wanted his mother back and I wanted his smile back. To me it was a fair deal. Only he didn't know about the price and I like to think, that if he did he would have stopped it, stopped chasing after whimsical whishes and accept the reality, but then it was already too late.
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Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but never meant to be together.
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I watched the ritual commence as he combined the two jewels in result, creating a blinding light. After that I saw his rare happy smile and that was the last thing I saw, before it felt like I was falling down an endless void of emptiness and coldness. The cold gripped me and then, everything went still.