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I Dress MySelf

What is in my name? Everything. A person on his own journey and learning to live in a better manner. My story started when I dropped onto this world and just cried first time without knowing the reason. The day my parents were so happy to have me. I told that I was welcomed with a grand ceremony. But I did not find any prove! The big day was my birthday. Now I give parties unwillingly on this day. It is my birthday. I talk very less, kind of introvert. No, it is not the very recent story. I was unable to speak till grown up 5 years old. I strictly followed my passion to not to talk more. But frankly speaking, this social world does not seem very well for an introvert. I am a dreamer. I always find myself in superheroes and their inspirational stories. They are inspirations for me. How often they solve the problem for others. I hope one day I could do so. Why I am telling this? I love to dream as dreams are my inspirations and my inspirations are my biggest desperation to ...

Myself Corner

Clouds were Crazy. Blue Sky was wearing A Tight Grey Jacket. An unknown silence was there. Even I could hear that I was Breathing. Altogether Gloomy Afternoon time. The Unknown Silence Broken. It was My Cellphone!!! With a loud Machine Voice “See You Again”. I choose The Red ; But, My Unknown Silence suddenly left!!! Then it was The Known Silence. Was it ignorance? Was it avoidance? Whatever it was; I realized that I was over attracted towards choosing The Green . It was not The Right Me; It was not the Confident Self; My Known Silence Broken with some useless salty water. Every water drop has a corner point. There I met my unknown silence, There I met my known silence, There I met my Myself again. I say it Myself Corner. Again, it was My Cellphone!!! With that loud Machine Voice “See You Again”. This time no red , no green , I choose Myself Corner . The Unknown Silence, The Known Silence, T...

A Cup of Coffee

“I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake” ...Lewis Black A Cup of Coffee, I ordered; No, may be, I purchased. But, I just need it. Sitting, facing a clean table with Deep Dark Brown Color, head down. Tensed with indecisiveness, struggling with the purpose of life. Everything messed up. The Deep Dark Brown Color and the perfect lines seem to be metaphoric to me, reminding me the continuity of Life. The Going Concern. A smiling face served the coffee. Might be questioning me, “Hey, Smile!!! It’s okay, not everything and everytime you will be alright.” Not every time life is easy enough to understand, just like this white cup and plate. But, you will find This Love Sign always. Friends around!!! Victory horizontally, and capturing the Love Sign Again. “Coffee is a Language in itself.” ...Jackie Chan

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