Some are hidden due to the trauma,
Some due to shame,
Some due to pride and
some due to the well being of their loved ones.
Time is not a constraint for a story.
Short stories, long stories and stories that connect many people exist.
And yes, stories are good when they satisfy either our heart or our mind.

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Numerous stories around us.
Stories are beautiful when they have a happy ending. Yet Not all stories have happy endings but they are still beautiful in their own way.
Everyone has a bunch of stories hidden in them.
Great movies are of the lives of people.
Only a Few stories are revealed.

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துன்பங்கள் யாவும்
துயரென கொண்டால்,
இன்பங்கள் யாவும் நிரந்தரமோ?
துன்பங்கள் துயருமில்லை,
இன்பங்கள் நிரந்தரமும் இல்லை.
யாவும் எண்ணங்களின் அலங்காரமே.
எண்ணங்களை நிர்வாணமாக்கி பார்,
நினைவுகளை அலங்கரித்து பார்.
வாழ்வை புரிந்துணர்வாய்.

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Flying like a bird in the betrayal of emotions.

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Who stays, who leaves?
Who to trust, who to believe?
Ever changing and unfaithful.
I'm a one too figuring out to stay, to be constant, to be trusted and to be believed.
And loved...

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The void in heart is heavy.
Futile are the efforts to contain the void.
Never did I know it is contagious.
Our hearts live in different laws of physics. The void owns the whole dimension of it when you give into emotions, Where happiness was once in dominion. What can fill the void?
Is it a matter of knowledge or emotions?
The answer and solution is always hard.

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Life:
Too much pain and some happiness.
Pain was sometimes a punishing teacher, other times a cruel master. If you're not hurt by anything or anyone, you are learnt and wise. You have learned everything that needs to be learned. In Search of happiness in pain,I comfort my heart,
may be next time I will find happiness.
Maybe next time I will be wise.

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Someone asked, "how are we different from the great thinkers and poets? ". And i replied, " In our thoughts, words and important of all - memories"

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Mother's lap is like a sponge.
It takes away all her children's pain. By understanding the pain, she gently combs the hair.

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People are different.
And so are their pain and suffering.
Some fight with death;
Some suffer for peace;
Some suffer for freedom;
Some suffer for family;
Some suffer for future; and
Some suffer for love.
Love shines in animals;
Love shines in rich as well as poor.
But the decision rests in individuals.
And people are the ones curtain the shine effortlessly.

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