"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore (2016). “Stories from Tagore”, p.81, Rabindranath Tagore
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