If birth is a cause for celebration,
so is it's opposite. You can't give
special status to only one while
denouncing the other. Truth can
appear when the judgment takes
backseat by giving attention to both.

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It doesn't give us the lessons
of existence, our education
system is yet to be matured. It
doesn't teach us the utility of body
as the only medium of flowering.
It focuses on the development
of mind & intellect. That is the
reason why our sensory organs
mostly fail to realise & respond
to the calling of external world.

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Instinct is at the base with power.
Silently I observe the fight between
my emotion & intellect. When my
emotion becomes influential, very
clever intellect takes the backseat.
Emotion doesn't listen & what can
I do if I clearly see it is taking me
to disaster? Only one path is still
open, just surrender to intuition.

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Humiliation allows to destroy
the hidden aspect of 'image of
self' always claiming 'I am the
best'. It often brings balance in
the assessment of a journey both
in darkest & illuminated alleys.
Humiliation discovers the right path.

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This is a story 8 ingredients that
make you dance in the journey
of life, 9th one is not missing,
count self to receive its essence.

Bring all to the mode of flowering.

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Stories are mostly perfect;
every character in them
speaks a language that is
drawn from the known.

Fear of unknown always
enhance the narrative of
the drama. The writer can
create a wonderful script
if he follows a natural flow.

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She narrates her story
with a smiling face. She
had lost her entire savings
two times in life.

Ten years back, when her
drunken partner stole her
happiness from home and
now, a greedy rich has
looted her peace from
the saving.

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It has a narrative,
it has a rhythm too,
it can create a wave
that can connect the
endless creative
energy at heart.

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It was a way without direction, but
they walked away. The boundaries
were spread all over; when reaching
seemed incredible, they crossed all
the barriers erected. If pride is
infinite and immeasurable, insults
are boundless. In an unreal
landscape. they became the victims
of an unforgivable suffering. The
excruciating pain of exploitation
affects the moment and the
imagination of a determined
mind finally paid rich dividends.

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As the old disappears, the universe
turns beautiful. Catch me if you can?
The mind is a victim of polarities
and with the bombardment of ideas,
we become trained robots. All the
traps from illusions are everywhere.
I observe the sequence of experiences.
Are they outcomes of my insights,
intuitions or natural expressions?

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