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  Do you know her? I was in my fourth grade when I first saw her. She is beautiful which made a bit jealous. Her smile is just so pure. I spent most of my time with her. I loved her. But things did not continue to be lovely they took a turn when she got hurt by me accidently for which I was scolded badly by my mother. I started feeling rage and jealous for her. People around loved her so much that my presence went unnoticed. This made me feel less important. My rage and jealous disappeared over time. She annoyed me a lot of times and sometimes teasing her became my favorite way of getting back at her.  This is how our relation was for years. But few months of a year made me understand her, my perspective on her changed so much that she became my go to person. She is the comfort I craved for years. She is the sense of security my soul wants. I never experienced love the way she loves me. She loves me so much that her love showed me how to love myself. She is someone who I neede...
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Am I bad?                              I am sitting on a bench, tears flowed down my face. I am feeling alone. I pain that is rushing from inside telling me no one understands you. You are the bad person, you are vulnerable. This pain is so deep, it's causing my heart ache. There is a loud cry, a child fell down. He is crying with pain, and his mom took him close to heart, hugged him and said "Nothing has happened to you, I am there" by cleaning the wound.                               I wish someone is there by me to tell "nothing is going to happen to you, I am there". All the people I knew flashed in my mind, I guess my mind is searching for someone who says that. I started observing my surrounds, maybe I am trying to find something more vulnerable than me to find comfort. But instead, I saw a beautiful lake which is painting another su...
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  are you not understood? Do you think you are the one always wrong? then Hello friend, you are me. I was once a best friend to few, that friendship broke due to misunderstandings and miscommunication. It's been months, I thought I moved on. I said to myself it is just a friendship, yes, maybe it is the only one, which made u feel connected but it's fine. you will find friendship again. I waited, I thought the wound is gone until I saw all of them together enjoying, smiling and dancing. It made my heart tremble, I felt alone, I felt anger, I felt betrayed. I don't know why, but I felt worst. I cried for hours; my body was shaking every time I saw them. I was all alone and I felt deserted. No one is able to understand why I am taking this so deep to heart, I myself could not understand why I am crying? it took time for me to be truly happy while they are around. I blamed myself many times saying I was the one who is at wrong. When I remember the day, on which I was surrounde...
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  Dream of a boy...                          Once there lived a boy, who dreamt of living a successful life. He wanted to become a doctor. He urged for the time when he can take care of his parents, buy all they wanted. He joined the college studied good. He failed in his first attempt of MBBS entrance exam, he wanted to try again but his parents are not in a financial state to support his dreams. So, he did his degree and became a government teacher. He got married to a girl he only met once.                            He was asked to leave his parent's house to live with his wife. But his heart is still at his mother. Days passed he visited his parents once in a week, months passed, his wife got pregnant. He is the happiest man on the earth, the feeling being father took him of his feet. He was blessed with a baby girl. He loved his daughter, neve...
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  Innocence...                              Children, the souls with utmost innocence. We all are children once, but we are not innocent now, not most of us. What changed us, our perspective, upbringing, experiences, society? Each shaped us into the person who we are now. But where did the innocence go, is it deep inside urging to be free again? or it just lost in search of ourselves?                               Ragu, a four-year-old, cries every day complaining when his sister, 2 months baby, does not speak with him. Manu, my cute little brother tells me he is the Hanuman and does not let anyone hurt me whenever I cry. Ammu, my little cousin, try to jump into water whenever she sees a pool so she can turn into mermaid.                              ...
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   A note from girl by the window... I saw a girl sitting pass the window in a bus, I saw tears flowing through her gentle face. I smiled at her, she smiled back. I signaled her not to cry, she smiled but she is unable to resist the tears that flow like an endless ocean. Her heart is weeping. She passed a note to me, it says: "The voices inside your head are constant, they tell you to be nice, they tell not to hurt anyone, they tell you to be good, believe people, be kind. But when a person who you loved, believed the most hurt you, they say do not believe in people, do not expect people to be nice, do not love. These voices make you so tiresome, the constant urge to see people happy, to be the reason for someone's happiness, to be the good person is tiresome. I lately understood no matter how you are, there will be people who understand you and do not understand you. Not understanding is not a crime . Stop blaming people for not understanding you even if you put all your effo...
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  Do you have stories? ...  Let me tell you a story, it is story of a boy, who has lovely parents and a cute little sister. He got all the toys he wanted, his parents mostly never said no for anything he wanted, one of the reasons for this is they love him and second one is they are wealthy, unlike many parents who wanted to buy everything their kid wanted but cannot because they can't afford it. Having wealthy parents, he studied in a very good school and a very good college. He got a job, not good but okay. I mean to his living style, the amount that his job pays is not good for him. So, he joined in his father's enterprise and lived life enjoying the richness. Does it sound like a wealthy son's routine story from movies? Ya, it is but the difference is... our way of seeing this story. This sounds like a good life, in fact many feels lucky to be born with a silver spoon, isn't it? but is it true? Is it really lucky to be born with silver spoon and get everything we wa...
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