ABBA “ Chiquitita , tell me what's wrong /You're enchained by your own sorrow.” Thus begins one of the songs that kept me bewitched for quite a while during my youth when I was passing through a tough time. ABBA had sung it long before it crept into my veins like a soothing intoxication that ached my soul dully. I was enchained by my own sorrow. Like Chiquitita, I was always sure of myself until the confidence was shattered by a deep disillusionment that broke me irreparably. “You’ll be dancing once again,” ABBA sang to Chiquitita. “Let me hear you sing once more like you did before / Sing a new song, Chiquitita.” I learnt to sing my new song. That was my redemption. We have to learn to sing a new song after each heartbreak. The world loves to break hearts. That is the way of the world. That is how it is. The storm is far too mighty for the feeble wings of the gentle birds. The tide in the ocean can wreck the steeliest of ships. The
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