People will start staying in your life when you learn the stability in life.

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सबसे लंबा इंतजार उसका होता है,
जो तुम्हारे साथ होता है।

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Life lesson #17:

If someone insults you, always tell yourself, insulting reflects on the character of the 'insultor'
and not the 'insultee'.

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Being READY 👍 to get EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE 🙃 is the only ELIGIBILITY CRITERIA 🤝 to LEARN 🎓 and ACHIEVE 🏆 something OUTSTANDING 👑 in LIFE!!!

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Experience will teach you lot of things
Do not let it say 'No'
Rather be one of them.

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Yes, I am special,
It's true.
I can't be social,
Just like you..
I have emotions,
But can't express.
Yes, I am too slow,
in this life's race..
I don't like fairytales,
like my peers do.
I Just love puzzles,
& you feel I am a puzzle too..
I know, you said it's light,
I feel it's sun, bcause it's too bright.
I don't want eye contact,
Just need a friend, who can hug me tight..
I am working so hard,
I will shine one day.
Whole world will see,
Please no judgement till that day..
If you feel the "absence of normality",
"absence of sensibility" in me,
I would ask,
"You have a normal brain,
why can't you understand me??"

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Last year as a kid
〃In caption〃

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some nights are like a stranger
they come & go
they don't belong to anyone
they just remind us of someone

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Eyes are bleary while I'm idling on the pot, done with the business. I don't want to leave the loo. My butt has warmed the ceramic well. It's quite comfortable.

I just wrote a nasty review of a novel I finished reading. It was by a writer who runs a literary magazine that rejected one of my submissions. I wonder if malice seeped into my review. It wouldn't have. I don't take offense of rejections of my literary works since I consider them lacklustre anyway. Like you did. Barring the rare alliterative phrases, you'd call my writing bleh. Once in a bluemoon, you'd say what I wrote was good & that'd easily become the happiest evening of my life. No amount of copious sex could outshine that delirious feeling of accomplishment. Not even being published.

I have always dated writers who were better than me, who morphed into makeshift editors while I worked on stories that required time & trials. Who worked twice as hard, often not to be rewarded since rejections rattled my life like cold in the Himalayas. Nowadays, rejections are less. Fresh writings are being accepted. I also have a higher opinion of myself, now that I'm living away from your critical gaze. Why do I crave for it then?

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