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It's not about men or women. Oddly, it's also not about having all the money or power in the world or not having any of it. It's something about being human, having an innate fear of not belonging. None of us truly want to fight our own wars. We always look for or long for someone to come and fight ours. It's also not about choosing the easy way, it's just a desperate need to feel appreciated.

Have you ever noticed how we always look up to the person who stood for us against the world that one time? It does not matter how long we have fought our own battles. But that one time someone else did it for us counts.

The need to belong, to be cherished, to be saved is inherent in each one of us. Call it a weakness, call it a survival strategy, it keeps us hopeful that someday, someone will choose us over everything else. Someday we will belong. Someday we will be saved. Someday someone will choose us before everything else. And that's how our hopes live on while we perish a little every day.

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There's so much noise in this world. Sometimes it feels like noise is the only constant in this ever so dynamic world. Even when you're alone, you're not quite alone because then there's the noise of your thoughts.

Talking throughout the day is exhausting. So is listening. The constant chatter outside and the incessant soliloquy inside the brain. Neither is pleasant. But I sometimes wonder how would it be if everything were to go silent for a few hours. Every horrible thought just put to rest, everything else, mute.

Will it be like existing in a void or will that be the peace we all seek? How would we differentiate? Troubling thought, isn't it? And now you know why we prefer the noise to peace although we keep telling ourselves otherwise.

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Drowning. It's not exactly the water that kills you. It's not even the fall. The water starts entering as soon as the air starts leaving your lungs. Even that doesn't kill you, at least not immediately. It's the fear. Always the fear. The fear of not being able to breathe again. The fear of not holding on to the last bit of the air in your lungs. The fear of never being able to go back, no matter how hard you try to keep your head above the water and keep yourself afloat. The fear of not being able to say all the things you wanted to. The fear of not seeing them for one last time, not holding them that one last time, the final kiss goodbye…

That's what drowning feels like. For some it's water, for others it's nothing. Yes, nothingness drowns too! You'd be surprised at how many people are drowning in nothingness, emptiness around you every day.The victims of emptiness die of the fear of never being able to feel anything, ever again.

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I love haunted houses, stories about haunted houses. Yes, yes weird, I know! It's not the stories of haunting that fascinate me but how these places gradually get abandoned. They stay and rot for years. Nobody thinks twice about them and they stay abandoned, with all that emptiness and sadness. People and their memories just get stuck in a time loop - past, present, future everything kind of gets caught in one place and anyone new that enters gets entangled in the middle of that mess.

At some point in time, these houses must have been reverberant with laughter of children or cacophony of arguing parents, maybe even the roll and rumble of house parties. But now, these houses spend their days in eternal silence, somewhat like we wait for our end of days when we get old. Houses aren't that different from people, really. What we term as "haunted" is probably just a house that never healed from its trauma. Kept waiting to get better but help never came and the line between sanity and lunacy kept growing fainter every day. So now, it just scares anyone that dares to enter its space by replaying its trauma over and over till the person also becomes a part of that memory.

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Fresh baked cookies - they should sell that fragrance in a bottle 😋😍 #myfirstsuccessfulbatchofcookies #homemadebyyourstruly #homemadecookies https://www.instagram.com/p/BtQpjeAlvqwbL_ijI7eRk1qwGi-ffo7y6ZkPzE0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18i4l309pdehl

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What I cook on a chilly, beautiful morning? Rogan Josh with the original red spice (ratanjot) 😍😋 #theoriginalkashmirirecipe #roganjosh #kashmirifood #apieceofheavenonmyplate #haminastohaminastohaminast (at Jamshedpur) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrKTvOGghyud58R0r0-4I901fGge602WRP3YIw0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hdjpz09bqzyj

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"But the question you must first answer is: how far are you willing to go for her? How far are you willing to go for love?"

He fell silent. It wasn't difficult. He had always known the answer.

"As far as it takes me," he replied.

There are no forevers. And he had no illusions.

#foreverdontlastforever #love #heartbreak #quotes

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Homemade pizza night 😋😍 #pizzanight #chickentikkapizza #homemadewithlove #lovingthisbakingexperience https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqz50zgAVnek5LPPuQ9pplLdHRumt66UTZkHCs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i79o726qclii

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Eerily Halloweeny 🎃 #halloween #officescenes #yesiworkherebitch https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpl6W5rAAi7Qzf1gCrC-jgnfoW8NFbASFsEQHs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8ytw6iro7fxl

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There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven... #lamps #allthatglittersisjustglitter #lightseriescontinued https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpg-b0TgGSqkjknYpAHL8oqpXJGlSGqw-mvYd40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vsdvh2yto2wx

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The web of illumination 🤯 #officelights #lightshow #illuminated #newworkplace😍 (at Gopalan Coworks) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo8X-fHHRo3VTnw4wbEYbhamkA7Zh1t4Tzn2uo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kkwclwgn2mqd

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#love #shortstory #fiction

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Even the nicest window cannot shroud the ruins 🕸️ #windows #artliveseverywhere #theruinsofthepast #othersideofthewindow https://www.instagram.com/p/BowQykQF25CtCOU336RjNEBckjwV-ETcU6wNCI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e274z2fhitrf

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"...this was an environment built, not for man, but for man's absence." #citylife #skyscrapers #lifeinthehighrise #highrise #scenesfrommywindowseat #theeverydaymundane (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/BouGM4aHMJxshChN9S59GZmbbV8DLOCuIp8MS00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o4v1z53wditq

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Nothing beats Pilot 😍 #pilotpen #nostalgia #just90skidsthings #schooltimestatussymbol #thepilotexperience https://www.instagram.com/p/Boqme67HdNvYSKkUa_Agv0Zzv2CKORfRYW0TX40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wjql4dnpyskk

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Some scenes just get etched forever 😍 #fromkodaiarchives #kodaikanal #beautifulscenery #moutainsofindia #wanderlust (at Kodaikanal, tamil nadu) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoMFYMNn1AFLLSaGo1cYjYon7GsDKjTkygcKDo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=k9iqjilek7q6

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"Home's where you go when you run out of homes." - John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy #houseonthehill #peacefulvibes #greenisgorgeous #homeiswherethemountainsare (at Kodaikanal, tamil nadu) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoGWgOsHl8b5rp6u9bfZzViVpFzC3C6vqMqI300/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17b9x6gi385v7