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When you put your legs in the sewer and pan for gold, its always certain that you have to deal with a lot of shit along the drain way.

Parallelly in our little skit in this earth, you skim through people. Make accidental acquittances, become friends with someone by lending a pen, And every now and then you may have a short conversation with a person that makes you feel like gulping hot chocolate under rain-soaked mayflower trees.

Most people become memories and a precious few become treasures.

So the fairy i’m going to talk about isn’t one of life’s golden nuggets i found in the stream. but she is the reason i kept panning.

For the longest time, I found myself staring at an empty document, watching a blinking cursor mock me while I wondered how I was supposed to write about someone who had written so much of me.

Every sentence I wanted to pen somehow felt borrowed from her. and all of them funnily enough traced back to her origins.

So how do you write about someone whose fingerprints are already on every word you know ? No, You can’t. So you don’t.

Instead you simply recite the truth.

The truth is that this fairy isn’t a mythical creature at all. She’s my elder…