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[43] Do I Still Have Time?
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She didn’t react to my behaviour. Nor did she express any contempt. But all I could hear in her footsteps and the saintly silence with which she worked, all I could hear was reaction and contempt. I am a child of my mother. My age is 22, and I have no job. Not because I…
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[33] Concrete Jungle Never Leaves You
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Nature has a way of connecting us with our inner selves. The idea of being away from the concrete jungle of cities is immediately followed up by unwinding, loosening up, connecting with our real self. Introspection comes naturally unlike in high rises where tall skyscrapers pose as an inferior substitute for tall trees. The city…
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[9] Forgetfulness of Dreams.
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You wake up from another world, still suffering from the dizziness you were engulfed in. A senseless world it was, weird in nature but some say it tells a lot about your deepest secrets. Dreams. You sleep, ignorant about the world you’re about to get in, yet you will be inside it. A fall, to…
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[7] Thread and the needle.
When I was a child, my favourite pastime was playing with toy cars with my grandma. I used to wait for her to finish the work she did throughout the day and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come. The cars were always ready. I put them in order for her to choose…
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[6] I don’t know.
How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited?…
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[5] Who am I?
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I am “….partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.” It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you’ll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one’s true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep…
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[4] Regret.
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You’re on your deathbed staring at the faces that stand beside you but your thoughts meander towards an imagined reality of what it could have been only if I did that. If becomes the starting word of every thought that you take. If only I would have said yes to that girl. If only I would…