A Migrating Bird

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"Mrinalini .... Mrinalini !! What were you going to do?!?"This question was constantly echoing in my subconscious mind. It felt weird when I came back to my senses. Opening my eyes, a realization sunk in; I was lying on the floor. A glimpse at the dupatta hanging from the fan, reminded me, that I was about to commit suicide. I had lost my balance and fallen off, as the stool slipped, moving away from my range. Then when, and for how long I remained unconscious, who knows!Bracing to a sitting position, I hugged myself and cried profusely. My painful heart