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Life's duties definitely bind one with their body.....and am not an exception!
In this wide bivouac, we have so
many things to see, admire, so many people to befriend and so much to experience....well, am in one of d compartments of this most admirable train of life sticking to my seat....and wondering whats going to happen next!
Almost 20 years of our life is used to prepare about facing the next 40 years......and the next 20 years are wasted on the hunt for wealth and luxury.....and the last 20 years of our lives are spent mostly pursuit of a suitable company! And the last 10 years(if we are lucky enough) are spent in ailments!!! Of course, we need to be positively- faceted about life.....but we never know our purpose on Earth and we while away pretty much time in rejoicing and laughing at for some bizarre and petty humor! Living on this earth, we always go brooding over the dead past and bury ourselves over our uncertain future but never even make a glimpse about our living present which is happy and happening! Well, there are loads to think on remember that am sitting right in the next compartment to yours......!!!!!


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Every dawn dooms with wail

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To write is to dwell

FEBRUARY 15th, 2012

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As lonely as a cloud, as boring as boredom itself, I was. I grew up as a typical child at school but a very hefty one, I am still the same. I managed to cheer people with my innocence but did not manage to make happy friends to last a lifetime because of my gross physique. I couldn't play as I had no playmates at home and my only hobby was to sit and watch tv.

When I was studying in kindergarten, I used to visit a nearby shop with my dad. My dad was busy shopping for groceries and I engaged myself in observing things around me. The people who had mixed emotions that outshone on their faces, an old man cycling with a lot of strain, probably getting back home, the lady vendor with her dirty saree pinned up to her waist and squatting on the floor, selling vegetables, the autowala bargaining with his potential customer, the green trees which arched high with its countless leaves, the flowers that smile at me on the road side, happy child…