A Trembling Trail

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My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.

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