She was forgetting everything. Her true Lord. Her inspiration, her life, her breath, she was forgetting. She sat there, in Hazoori, filled with tears, and a broken heart. She was forgetting. It felt as if her world was tearing into one thousand pieces, and her body was ripping a part, her happiness was all gone. She had forgotten. Once, she fell in love. Oh, the love, so pure, never would her heaby BraveKaur - Gurmat Discussion Forum