If the waves endlessly rewrite
their stories in the sand,
why do we fear the
impermanence of our own?

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What's in your hand
isn't always
what's in your heart.

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Wind hums his name
lost between
time and sorrow

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Her scent lingers a
hunting trace
of yesterday.

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The sun
cast his shadow,
but holi gave it life
with the colours
she left behind.

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Holi
paints
not just faces,
but even the
unseen parts of us.
Our dreams, our souls,
our shadows.

The festival of colors
leaves no corner untouched,
not even the silhouette
that follows
you.

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ये हवा इतनी बिखरी है
की मैं भी उसमे समा गया

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The comedian industry is the only industry that is not only growing but also thriving at a time when the entire global economy is on shrink.

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When you try to sound
smarter than the truth,
you end up lying.

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Sometimes, waiting is my
favourite thing to do.

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