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Cities look beautiful when you are in love

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“You become increasingly comfortable with madness - and not just the madness of others, but your own. We’re all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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“A book is a piece of silence between the reader’s hands. The person who writes it is quiet. The person who reads it doesn’t break the silence.”

— Pascal Quignard, Petits traités

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The magical hands for the poetry.

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I have a long way to go.... Shapes yet to draw, patterns yet to form.... And stars yet to see.

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Hiraeth is one of the most beautiful words ever to come across to describe that one incomplete feeling and longing for home... I look at book aesthetics and at the wizarding world, I look at Harry's, Hermione's and Ron's world, I look at the calm of Dumbledore, I look at the cottages and wild flowers, grasses and rains of countryside England, I look at the wild sky of colours, and the feverish me is transported to a magical void.. I see looking at something that is home... Something that is, but, so distant that i can never reach..... Out of everything that I believe myself non-delusional, I proudly say this without being naive that 'there is life when I state, my home as Hogwarts'.....

The quote may be from a very different book, but it reminds of how I pine for the home I see for myself everyday within me....

Feeling out of proportion in one's house, ever so often, watching with a sick emotion of wanting to jump out of this train, The Hogwarts Express, I await to board my journey to that faraway home.

I don't presume I can ever know how to thank Dear J K Rowling enough.

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Do you know how beautiful you are?

All the while I kept dodging this qn, bcoz I couldn't think of an answer....

But I know the best way to reply is to confess: Do u know how beautiful you are?

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Anybody who has ever had more dead mosquitoes than dead cells on your floor?

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Love can't simply be called an overestimated word; it's still underestimated. What one can feel, what one is caused to feel, everything around the air of your existence has love as wefts woven like it's atoms.. it makes up this world, spiritually, emotionally and magically. And to know that, to posses and understand, to truly believe and uphold, to grow and virtue oneself with love is nothing but a path to greater belief. It is a religion itself, a universal religion, one unseen yet conjugated for the basic form of life, where to dwell is to love.

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How true is that the frame, the one for the support work, firms the picture inside. We hold the frame, gripping it hard to gaze the picture, often dazzling, sometimes indulging. It only seems fitting that the frame is ours to cast because there are pictures in there, encased within you, that even words emancipate and those pictures forever stirs in your eyes that it seems the only worthy to retell and relive. And we hold on to it's frames to comfort in the moment...

Maybe this might not sound realistic, but things turn to feel realistic only on feeling them.... Thats why words escape meaning while experience don't

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What one cannot deny, unlike many other subjects, is this vast reality of science being a biological curiosity. Every thing from invisible amoebas to the mighty endless depths of black holes, science is still a subject of wonder.

To sum up a subject truly a book of various genres, is this, and might I add, alone. From mystery, to thriller, to attraction to horror and also myths, science truly is capable of having our minds filled with understanding and drained, curiously doubtful.

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What I would ponder over when assuring that 'yes, I understand' 'yeah, I get it' is that, can I ever realistically feel it? Is empathy a word to describe ones emotions of having to stand in another's shoes or a word to assure and acknowledge what the other person's wading through?

When putting myself in someone's perspective, all I eventually decide upon is the luck of me being myself, thank you. This is not feeling the same as others', rather, getting to acknowledge the difficulty of their situation.

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Can't help but comment, Now that's something creatively different.

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When I had to speak for an elocution about this long term 'nature vs nurture' debate, even the very last second of it was still left to wonder whether nature or nurture plays the greater significance. But the answer spoke, a circle has no end and chain is tied by two thread ends.... Your enviornment truly does impact your change in perspective and it comes down to your nature that gets triggered by your circumstances. It is more like a glacier that melts to form a great River - whose course flows and flows, widens, narrows and merges, under many geographies - is not the same as when she drains into the Sea. But surely she is unique for her course, her glacier and features. Though circumstances trigger in a lot of your life, it is ultimately under the reins of your own sub consciousness, that is truly you.