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I saw her on the stands smiling and felt my heart ditch me for a moment. She looked ethereal, dressed in her number '18' RCB jersey with 'Virat' scribbled on it.

She seemed happy there!

And I couldn't help but stare at her like a lost man in desert staring at an oasis.

She was there and I couldn't look away.

For if this was an illusion. If she just was an illusion.

It'll be an Illusion, my heart couldn't bear.

For it had just started breathing again drowning in the sweet memories of what used to be "us".
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