Blessed are they, who ponder, recapitulate and observe a little more...

A little more blessed are they, who can put everything into words...
The extent of my blessings is beyond a fix measure...
Writing has forever accompanied me, even when everything/ everybody else deserted me in the long run...
And words have loved me as much as I loved them... The true kind of love you know!
Music has delighted me... The silent kind of delight, where you fail to realise how long has the smile curved your lips...
Books have been the partner, taking me to places I could never physically be in... And sharing stories, making me see all that is perhaps invisible in my vicinity...
They never judged me for the thick stream of tears or weird kind of laughter, or coyed smile I had...

That kind of blessed I am... !
A lost soul, a solitary misfit, whatever I may be in the physical world of humans... A world inside my brain will keep me alive...
That's the blessing I have!

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