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Without you, My Dear Ma, I feel utterly alone.

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After years(lifetime) of being together, how does one live without another?

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I love nights.

It's the the only time I don't expect anything from myself.

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It feels like a deep disrespect to not honour your ability to create.

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Lingering perfume in an elevator feels so intimate.

Like being held by an invisible stranger.

Sometimes it elevates, soothes.

Other times, it suffocates.

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Question (perhaps a thought):

Do you guys think that we read the book the way an author meant for us to read?

Say, a poem. How it's open to interpretations, how same words are read and felt differently by different people.

Similarly, even if we speak same language(hindi or English), we don't really speak it the same way(feelings, emotions and tone).

Some books are pretty straightforward and there are no underlines or meaning between the words. But some books are more than the surface language. Hidden meanings.

Do we dive there or we just read, ignoring the subtleties?

And do u think authors are, maybe, disappointed when we don't do that and skim over their intelligence.?

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Bucket List:

- To experience something so intensely, it consumes me.

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I'm feeling so much right now and I don't know what to do about it or where to put it, Whom to give it so I feel lighter.

I'm still the same but deep down I know something has changed fundamentally in me.

I sometimes wish people miss me the way I miss them. They ache for me like i do, that they are so overwhelmed that they reach out to me cuz i can't bring myself to do it.

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Ah! The colours in these black & white papers.

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There is so much melancholy in our past.

When we look back on our memories, we often find sadness woven in them.

Regret over things we didn't say or do.

Nostalgia for moments or people we've lost. Moments in which we felt alive.

Longing for a time that felt simpler, happier, more meaningful.

Memories that hold a quiet, lingering sadness even as the time moves on.

P.s. thought of this after reading the book "Broken Country" by Clare Leslie Hall.

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There are millions of books & movies with so many fictional characters.

What if these books & movies are not just a figment of imagination but is real?

Maybe not in this universe but in another? In some other dimensions?

Maybe we are the books and movies they are reading about?

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So what will I say to you if we ever meet again?

I love you. Even after so many years I love you. And if you ever feel lonely, know that there is atleast one person who loves you with all their heart in this life.

But this life is all you get from me. I don't wish to meet you or know you in another lifetime. I don't want to be a fool for you. One lifetime is enough.

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Sometimes I wonder about people who don't use internet (read social media). What's their life like?

Maybe their favorite book is from lesser known author or their playlist have songs from bands or artists very few people know of or movies that are not hyped.

Do they have FOMO or are less insecure about their looks?

Are their choices & thoughts influenced?

Do they have more time without mindless scrolling?

How do they validate themselves?

What about their relationships?

Are they happier? Calmer?

What's their life like without madness?

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By Brian Andreas

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If you don't love me then I don't love you either.

Even if I think of you in the night and miss you everyday and want to call you and smallest of things remind me of you, I don't love you.

Maybe I will move on or maybe I won't but that's my problem. I refuse to be vulnerable infront of you, for you.

My love is not like the love mentioned in books where they love you unconditionally. Books have pages that eventually ends. Life is lot longer and to live like that? Nope, I refuse.

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Do you have a home? Not the place you live in or stay at but the place where you go to?

For an artist, it's their studio. For a shopkeeper, their shop and so on. The safe haven. The happy place. The place where you are the best and truest version of your self. The place where you belong, nurture and create.

I wish to have a place that's mine. Where I create art, make jewelry, read, keep my crystals and my books and my dozen plants. My most valued possessions are there. It's all mine.

People may come and maybe buy something that resonates with them. Stay for bit and chat, share a piece of information that might reveal a bit about themselves.

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Do you ever notice how the most ordinary looking person starts looking beautiful and the most beautiful person starts looking ordinary over a period of time once you get to know them? Like, once you see how passionate they are about something or how ridiculously good they are at what they do, the way their face lights up when they are happy, the way they behave with other people, the way you feel around them and vibe...once we truly start seeing them and realise there is always more than meets the eye. Yes, first impressions matter a lot but eventually it's them, their true self that makes you stay.