When one stares at light for too long, it breaks. Into a thousand shiny pieces of many colors and hues. Into pebbles, waves and droplets. And you can just watch it drop, flow and fade away.
As she sits and watches in amazement, her life is converging- the past present and future . All flowing with the music, joining at the cusp. She can have no complaints, no regrets, no miseries - luxuries that she just cant afford. She can only see , how she became her past and her past became her present, to be part of her future, albeit hidden.
Its the light all over again, made up of so many broken shards making a whole.
Just stare.
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