Sometimes life is just so beautiful. Perhaps because you have realised its essence and touched its core, in some way, for some moments. When you have seen and felt some shade of the Truth reflect in the colors of your face and happiness revelling in your laughter, that which makes you One with yourself, it makes no difference whether what transpires in an another world, where unmasked entities live and where deception and wrongs so common , have no existence, becomes a reality in this material world.
Well..
Suddenly I’ve this intense urge to write something, to write; I miss writing I think. I think it was a lot easier when I was a kid; I used to experience something and always wanted to document it, give it some form of words; immortalise the feeling through words. Now I think I am just fine internalising a lot of things, experiencing them, revisiting more in my mind than through words, and don’t want to immortalise but rather keep it momentary or time bound. Well whatever it is, the conundrum of things remains as is; and I remain as perplexed and bewildered as always. Just that I say less and absorb more. Feel more and talk less. Visit, revisit but there’s still an urge to write. Ok, I have to have dinner now.
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