Tukdo ko sametne chala tha, jake dekha to sirf rakh nazar aaya

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Sometimes we need to introspect who’s speaking our thoughts? Is it us or the standards that we chose.

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That was just another day. Another day for him to caress her beauty. As his hand ran down her hair, the midnight bell rang down. “Ah! There it is. There it is!”. He couldn’t stop himself glancing out the window. Drops of rain had covered the streets. The shadow seemed to reflect his thoughts down the lane. “Don’t you dare again!” she shouted breathlessly. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t his thought. He had drifted away. Long ago. The steps came closer and closer. “Stop it! I can’t breathe!”, Radhika was struggling by now to remove Ajit’s heavy hand down her throat. Lifeless as it was. The door knocked, cracked and a dim light filled the room. There. There she was. Radhika with all her beauty. Ajit couldn’t move. He looked at his hand, lifeless as it was layered straight on Radhika’s numb face. “So you came”. “I did, but not for you, for me. I came to free me. I came to free me.”

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The twisted the reality, the deeper the fiction that comes with it.

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Compensation is such a strong defence mechanism, but if you overdo it, it becomes a perfect example of “offense is the best defence”

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Nothing’s a stronger painkiller than a dope music on loop

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Could you please help yourself getting treated for the imposter syndrome?

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I greeted him with the lies.

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The waves splashed his legs. “Finally!”. “Finally, I mop away my sins”. Day in and Day out, everything he did, was a sin to him. Yes! atheists do believe in sin. “There has to be karma!”, he had often exclaimed.
“So you believe? In god…”
“No!”
As his gold chains went deep into the ocean, ushered by its grandeur, will those ever reach the one they were intended to?” Time is a great leveller, they say. “Will this material world, forget my sin?”
“Of course they will.”
“So you believe in god?”
“No!”
“Then why did you rob the jewellers?”

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Its deep night. Lights are off. The street light outside is too dim for you to see around. A breeze of soft air makes its way through the windows caressing your face. Memories rolls down the reels of your memory. Your landline rings. You make your way through the darkness for that extension. You know its there. Its there for you to pick. You hear the voice. That healing voice. Its calm all around. You don’t talk. You hear. There’s no words from the other side either. But you listen the silence. Long, deep silence. Your heart fills up. With what? You don’t know. But it does. No technology will ever replace this. Call me old fashioned but video calls will never give you the calmness that an old telephone call at the stroke of midnight will. We are drifting away. Drifting away from peace in search of the contemporaneity.

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