You asked me why I want space. I went back to physics, my undergraduate major. I told how in optics, there's a concept called Least Distance of Distinct Vision. For humans, it's 20 cms. If you go closer than that, nothing that you see is distinct. Everything looks blurred. I don't like us to blur being too close.
Hence, I want space.

You replied with biology, your undergraduate major, and said, okay, I understand. Next time, donate your love for me to a sperm bank. I will collect it from there. I don't need your 20 centimeters.

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Futile Prize Purple : A Poem

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Nostalgia; an alluring state of human sentimentality wherein
the thoughts of an individual are teleported back to the
extinct and ecstatic moments of the past. Something, as
small as a dusty pencil, left under the wardrobe, could
spiral you back to those days of timidness, when,
you refrained from approaching your childhood
crush. A clamoring child, a tricky teenager
and an evolved adult possess expanding
amplitudes of memories, while a shrinking
elder, drifting away from the niceties of life,
is bombarded with those forgotten
memories by a sentient scent
called

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Childhood continues
if you want to
Even after turning into an adult
Having fun and enjoying life
Just like a child
Just keeps us refreshed.

-Nivedita Paladhi

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Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher picked him to answer a question, "Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun,
how many would be left?"
"None," replied Johnny, "cause the rest
would fly away."
"Well, the answer is four," said the teacher, "but I like the way you're thinking."
Little Johnny says, "I have a question for you. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one was licking her cone, the second was biting her cone and the third was sucking her cone,
which one is married?"
"Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone."
"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger, but I like the way you're thinking."

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Your lips are like Wine,
Your eyes are like Beer,
Your breasts are like Vodka..
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.
BC ladki h ya daaru ka adda.

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Kids these days don't care about learning how to write G properly rather they are interested in the 'SPOT' that is associated with it !!!!!

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You are like the rain drenched lonavala roads,
Risky, yet alluring enough to take a ride on.

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I saw child crying for toys

And Adults played as toys

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"Being a child is far better than a pretending adult."

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