QUOTES ON #EXCRUCIATING

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24 MAY 2017 AT 1:07

The vanishing lusters,
Of her dismounting hair,
Her agonizing flusters,
At the sight of a stair.
Those wrinkled eyes,
Gleam with a beady dew,
As her memories slice,
Through the days I grew.

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22 MAY 2017 AT 19:24

My one line life story:
A deep sea diver, occasionally bubbling out harmonious thoughts, gliding deeper and deeper to attain the treasure of tranquility.

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24 MAY 2017 AT 19:52

Biologically, men have stable emotions as opposed to the ambivalent feelings churning inside a woman. At a moment, men can only submerge themselves in one of the emotions ranging from anger, elation and sadness. But, when a throbbing newborn baby is handed over to the father for the first time, for a split second, the father is rendered speechless due to the turbulent wave of emotions amassing him, emotions that range from anxiety, fear, sadness, kindness, compassion, love, curiosity, enthusiasm and an eternal euphoria.

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26 MAY 2017 AT 21:41

A novelist suffering from the harrowing inertness of writer's block doesn't have to go far away to crack back the creative juices. A proximate railway station or an airport would suffice by dousing him with the raw emotions displayed by the vulnerable humans indulged in sobbing departures or blazing arrivals.

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18 JUN 2017 AT 13:03

- Harish Satheesan

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21 MAY 2017 AT 11:37

Most relationships plunge down because of the ineffective intimacy. Majority of the men fail to understand the towering necessity of foreplay. During sex, they are selfish, they do things that pleases only them and this leaves their partners feeling flustered and worthless. Only a tender character will caress her, cuddle her, snuggle her, fondle with her delicate arms, pet her shoulders, embrace her slowly, peck on her cheeks, smooch her lips until numbness, cling her tightly, clasp her chin and snog her passionately, absorb the warmth around her neck, praise her softness and squeeze her into a lustrous infatuation.

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25 MAY 2017 AT 21:40

One of the most crucial regrets of human beings occur right after they wake up, drenched and breathless, following a clashing dream. The abrupt consciousness of reality slaps hard and the gasping dreamer feels an intense dissatisfaction due to his erratic actions towards her in the dream. This induces the dreamer to turn towards their partners and embrace them and that's why on odd mornings you'd find yourself buried under his arms for no plausible cause. A guy, who endeavors to keep her dreamy projections in elation by cuddling with the real her, towers the charts of galactic romance.

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22 MAY 2017 AT 0:13

Here's an excerpt from a ladybug,
Who lost her wings in a stormy tug,
She was tossed out, out of her crews,
She wailed and went on a wingless cruise,
The stomping beats of the human feet,
Terrified her, throughout her feat,
Her tiny legs quivered on the tarred plain,
She gawked at the sky, at a riotous plane,
A small shadow, caught her sight,
As she stared at a dandelion in flight,
The winds gushed in a wavy way,
Dandelion danced in a helpless stray,
She hurried and tugged at the leaf,
To free the dandelion from its grief,
And hence began their romantic days,
Leaving her crews in a jealous haze,
And hence began a complex love story,
A wingless ladybug with a floral glory.

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23 MAY 2017 AT 8:54

The pristine fondness existing in a couple's affair can only be understood by the bed positions that they affiliate themselves with, before the deep sleep makes them go haywire. Affectionate males like to embrace and hold hands of their partners, while compassionate females wrap their legs around their partner and bear hug him all the time before sleep. A strong chemistry engulfs in their relationship if she bear hugs him every night.

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20 MAY 2017 AT 2:57

The place reeked of perfumes and makeup. My strained body sat on a cozy bed as my birthday gift strolled slowly towards me. My dimwitted friends had dragged me down the street to claim my prize. Bangles clinked, her stench soared and she smiled at me with that fake glossy face. She lauded her teenage body by waving her bright drapes at me. I felt nauseous. In an inquiring tone, she asked "Didn't you like me? What do I lack in comparison with the other girls?" I directed her to the bathroom, while I pushed open the windows when all the fragrance dismantled my senses. Later, she grabbed a chair and positioned herself near the mirror to begin her artistry against reality. "What do I lack, huh?" she asked again looking away from me. I pointed at her mirror reflection that revealed a hesitant being trying to crouch in coyness. "You lack that, that shyness, one of the pivotal characteristics of girls that makes them beautiful." She gazed down, and told me her life's story. After an outpour of tears for a few minutes, I lifted her chin up and stared at those hopeful beady eyes, those dreamy eyes, those detrimental eyes that gleamed with morality and love for the first time in her life.

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