There is so much silence around me, in this moment. one of the most soothing voices I'm listening to. I so much wish to get dissolved in this music. Such moments are so rare. and so intense. I wish I could just close eyes and drift to some other world, where these things around me.. like the cup, the book, the telephone don't exist. suddenly reminds me of the moment on golden gate bridge, where I was so so thrilled looking at the voracious waves, that for a moment, i felt like jumping into them in order to feel the enormous amount of pressure and force they carry. i told prashant about the same, he must have felt me mad :) only thing is i always want a way back to where I'm. but i want to be there once. i love the "thrill" part of it all so much, touching the point where your body "just" gives up, and returning, and then trying again, moving a little ahead than the previous point and testing how much more your body, your mind, your soul can take that up. I've always believed in the infinite power. i just wonder how to "know" its limits or limitlessness. it's beyond mind, it's beyond imagination n its beyond us, yet within us. Ok, i dont want to feel confused. I dont want to feel "being there" and "not being there" simultaneously. probably all i want to do is live it. take as much of it as i can. know it in bits and pieces. or may be more. or may be less. i don't know.

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