Happy Birthday
Harsh Sneshanshu

Chasing dreams not luxuries.

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perhaps the forever we wish for doesn't exist.

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There's nothing more overwhelming than sitting back and listening to the stories of someone's life that has the essence of past and the aspirations of the future.

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When friends were the motivation to go to school. Starting the day with morning assembly, lining into queue until we stood at one arm length. With every turn on the first bench came the promise of last bench. The longest wait that was for the lunch bell. Hoping that P.T. days aren't holidays. Free period was the best news ever.Waiting for our turn to decorate the class board. On our way to adventures singing, dancing & laughing in the bus as we reached the picnic spot. The pride of wearing casuals on birthdays and distributing chocolates. Every inter-house competition that was more play and less work. Waiting for annual day celebrations every year. Those giggling faces on class photography day.The most enjoyed holidays when exams ended. That last bell and the sense of happiness when you reached home after a tiresome day.
Each year passed by and new session arrived in a snap of time.
At the end of each session we had more friends, shared more love and lived a million cherishable moments together.

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Harsh Snehanshu
Eats, breathes and creates art.

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In the city of lights

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The one who create the magic world.

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फ्रेंडशिप डे

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Finally, writing this. This feeling is indescribable. I got some overenthusiastic charged particles running throughout my body & filling me with some weird evangelical zeal.To read your excellent writing pieces is a great pleasure . The simplicity of your words drive me crazy , actually what really drives me crazy are #balconyletters .How can someone simply deny the pleasure of falling in love with your words?
Probably all your writing pieces are marvel-lous but the 2 which were exceptionally well -. *The Anatomy of a Silent HeartBreak*{The empty house that resembled an empty heart}. * #balconyletter92* {Growing independently yet together}
You create love in the purest form.
And how can I forget your *BangaloreDiaries* and *The Love Letter to Your Bike*
"People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used."But you are definitely not like these people. You do love the people around you and about the things, even they receive the privilege of 'being loved'.
You're a great writer, a smart enterpreneur and a great human being as well 💙

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Stood still in that crowd
Lost in my thoughts
When nothing seemed to fill the lacuna
Felt like a errorist
But the crowd I stood in
People still passed by
Just lukewarm
& the ephemeral moment arrived
The realisation
That each passerby has a life
As vivid and complex as my own
& as the ephemeral moment departed
I joined the crowd

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