She pulled me aside one day,

Told me softly in my ears, life is not what you hear

Time passed and we met in the cross roads many years later,  in a bookstore trying to find our soft cover from reality 

She stopped before leaving the store, stepped close to me and said that she was incomplete many years back;

She said, pay attention to what you hear not,

life is hidden in what you can not hear…

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