#NotAFairyTale

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  1. Lady FiOctober 26, 2016 at 10:25 AM

    A great description of a broken heart.

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  2. Writefully YoursOctober 26, 2016 at 10:44 AM

    Modern day Cinderella! I see at as an empowerment story !

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  3. Ranjana's craft blogOctober 29, 2016 at 3:11 PM

    Wow...only you can write like this.

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  4. UnknownNovember 17, 2016 at 10:32 AM

    Modern. Stark reality.

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  5. Murthy K v v sApril 9, 2017 at 8:29 AM

    Touching lines.

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  6. Amit AgarwalApril 10, 2017 at 3:35 AM

    Though it does denote an altogether different story but it could be a slipper too conventionally..so, throw or not throw is not the question, the question now is slippers or slipper:)

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  7. divsiApril 10, 2017 at 9:40 AM

    Lovely! :) and so true.

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  8. Rahul BhatiaApril 10, 2017 at 8:37 PM

    That is a unique story of a broken heart, Saru:)

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  9. UnknownApril 12, 2017 at 4:14 AM

    Words describing the fragility of a broken heart, beautiful!

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