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Sound of Her Soul

Yes, it was a loud bang! She rushed through the long corridors to shut the doors, the windows and draw the curtains. She shut her ears tightly with her hands, and smashed all links with the outer world. But the sound kept increasing, and she struggled to stop it.

It was the sound of her own desires, her wishes and dreams, the most important reason for her existence...the sound of her soul!

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  1. Short and nicely written about the sound of soul...Natasha

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  2. ... to the heart and mind ignorence is kind there is no comfort in the truth pain is the all you find...

    -puja

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  3. Sometimes it happens when you are honest with yourself, In my openion it not a sound of your soul but it is from God who wants U to see the next step towards your true life what u need to get.

    Amit Agarwal
    Zed-axis

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  4. Thanks friends :)

    @Puja- But truth never leaves us :)
    @Amit- I can't agree more with you on this :)

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