Rather than imposing blind dogma as generational legacies, I pray, inspiration is drawn from the reformations the eras have seen, and that there will be room for this light of change. Else education and experience would become irrelevant.

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We seldom look beyond the evident.
Hardly anyone realises the weight those edges of the lips bear, when turned up, as we have to turn up.

Be humble to be gentle to each ‘struggle’.

Many battles are fought in silence that leave scars unseen and to hold the fort despite such an onslaught within,
calls more, for a quiet sanctuary to be vulnerable, than the limelight of applause for resilience.

Respect ‘the space’ that you so need in your dark.

Courage is not just in the way we brace for the impact, it is equally in what it takes to rebound after the whiplash.

And that too, my friend, calls for a ‘bravo’.

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Distance and silence are often unbearable,
yet teach you the little deep truths,
that often go unheard when spoken.

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Slowly and rather reluctantly, with a sense of acquiescence, I am hitting the state where I feel like writing, posting or sharing things, but a sigh and the thought "it doesn't matter" sets in and once again I stop being the old me.

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It's better to choose the incognito of silence, over the unvalued vulnerability of expressing yourself.

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Neninthe cinema climax lo Puri, "Cinema hit ayina inko cinema thiyyaali, flop ayina inko cinema thiyyaali", ani cheppinattu... what matters is that we keep trying...maybe prathi okkaram okka goal ke limit avvaleka povacchu, kani edo oka prayatnam ayithe undi kada...effort undaali...attempt chese guts undaali... anything in life... adi success istunda failure istunda - secondary,
kani digithene kada lothu entho telisedi.
Odduna undi satirelu, stands lo kurchoni comments evadaina chestaadu, kani stumps mundu nilchoni short ball ni 6 kosam pull cheyyadam icche confidence antha intha kaadu...
ivaalla kaakapothe repu, leda edo okaroju...
The willow shall give a solid French kiss
to the red leather and it will soar to the stands
to answer your critics.
Let your bat (effort) do the talking.

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When questions lunge through every wave
of the treacherous thought-sea
I seek your arms like the warm breeze
to lift my sails and give a push of dare
To make a start and grab the day
I seek your voice like the sailor's songs
that keep the harp of hope ringing
I seek your gaze like the rays of dawn

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Keeping it simple and private is not everybody's cup of tea; more so in a world where views and reviews matter more than perception and perspective.

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We can only vibe with our tribe. They may not be the guys with whom we shared a bench at the class, whom we studied together with. Nor those who agree with you on everything, cheer you as you walk up to everything or wait patiently for every tale you tell. In fact they are the opposite. But when it comes to pulling you back from whatever shit you put yourself through, be it a heartbreak, a quarrel, a family issue or a professional setback, they come home with an idiotic smile and crack nonsense jokes on you...so much, that you end up laughing through your tears. And that's how they have your back. Always.

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Initially there was this urge to share
Tell her my feelings, even the pain.
But now, what else is left of me?
And what else is left to expect?
Neither was there an answer before,
Nor am I seeking anymore.

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