It’s the land of the free, it’s the land of the sea. When I was younger, I learnt that people are not just made of blood and bones, they’re made up of dreams, memories, visions and homes. So what happens when all of these things disappear, into thin air? Forgetting is hard, especially when you’re doing it on purpose. The words that we never said often come back to haunt us in waves.
But one day, they won’t come to see you anymore. Those words,emotions and memories will disappear and you won’t even notice. Then, whatever is left of the love you used to hold will be swept into the sea. Whatever remains will be carried away by the sweet, sweet breeze.
It will be okay. You will sail through.
It’s the land of the free, it’s the land of the sea.
Author: Ananyaa Mihir Editor: Alekhya G