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imagination is, not just imagination it’s the truth.in this world, what we’ve seen, what we’ve heard, what’s going to happen, what has happened…. those are what we write about.

there are no rules or formulas to that. whatever comes to your mind write it. understand who you are first, through those writings. understanding who we are is the most important aspect here. we can present ourselves to the world after that. YOUR FREEDOM… and your choice to be yourselves… express them without any inhibitions. all the best to you.

~ gauri shankar, (vijay sethupathi)

19(1)(a)

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Waking up after a peaceful night and having the best warm tea ever, I suddenly started thinking about you. I couldn't help but dwell on how our relationship turned into a roller coaster ride and never returned to its former state. What started as a good morning slowly evolved into a not-so-good morning, and I began to develop a headache. It's puzzling how our once beautiful bond now brings me headaches. Life does get easier in the long run, but what can I say to those who have lost hope? Those who are unaware of the world's circumstances? Those who have never experienced not being loved? The answers seem endless and unanswerable at present. You learn the answers as time passes with each tick of the clock. Life does get easier, and there will be no one who will turn your peaceful night into a bad morning.

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A lie in her.

A share in her.

Hers therefore lie and bibe.

Hers love to leed and reeds.

He moves still and shaves her ice.

She moves like the invest inching lie.

She moves like the hedge hedgic muse loning.

She moves like the ash-loving.

She was a style in the garnering community.

She is her essay point.

She knew no roop. Or varsh.

She knew between lines and occured.

She is her outlie.

She is like shadow.

She moves like a succumb dying telling her goodbye.

She tastes like us between love and death.

Diffusion of hers and his will occur to death.

He takes, withassumes and becomes.

She loves and lumes.

She moves and essays.

She is Incubus lie.

She is sinister.

She is lie.

She is dead like leavers of autopsy.

She is held like choom.

She is mor lile situmbs.

She is suddle and a love over.

She is her independent variable and combinations of each variate.

She becomes amah amsh samah.

Like university of universes.

Like education of lies.

Like vice-versas.

She moves like and cajole.

Sunidhi

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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

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You are beautiful,

getting scared by your own shadow,

walking through the asylum alone,

never seeing yourself first and looking for other eyes to see yourself first.

The unknown eyes never did justice in saying how beautiful you are,

but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t beautiful.

It’s all about different eyes through which you see yourself.

When I see myself in my mother’s eyes, I am the most beautiful person.

When I see myself through a stranger’s eyes, I am confused.

When I see myself from my own eyes, I am not satisfied,

but that doesn’t mean I am not beautiful.

I am beautiful.

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Everyone has lost someone most special at one point in life and if not now one time they will lose.

why do we lose people? people say it’s a game of timings, but I don’t think so, giving time the blame is not a good thing, when I lost my group of friends I blamed them, and never healed myself from it because I was running away from what happened, I lost them because I was there too.

losing people is so normal, life goes on without being with them, you eat, you go out with anyone, and you may not replace that person with anyone but man you are still moving and, healing and that is what calls growth, pat yourself on the back for how far have you come. //minnstea._

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things which won’t leave you:

nice quiet places in nature

bookshops and libraries

your favourite movies

the ocean and mountains

happy memories

your ability to heal 

sunlight in the mornings

fluffy clouds and the sky

the moon and the stars 

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i’ll go to all the museums, i swear i’ll be a good person, im gonna become someone who has the ability to change people’s lives, just like you do.

-the glory

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Words can't decide where to fall and this sometimes leads to making up things with others or just making things worse.

Today, I woke up late and have been an early riser all my life. If I did this years ago, my younger self would not have been happy and it would have ruined the whole day. But today, I accepted that it's just some days, and waking up late is okay sometimes.

Forgiving a friend is easy – you say sorry, exchange long paragraphs, and things are back to normal. However, forgiving yourself is not easy.

Forgiving yourself for being yourself and not like others, forgiving yourself for not reading one day, and forgiving yourself at every stage when you make mistakes is difficult. It's a long journey, and I don't think one can easily forgive themselves. But when they do, life feels simpler, you don't take everything so seriously, you make time for yourself, and forgive yourself for just waking up late one day.//minnstea._ 🩵

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It’s August, but it’s a different August. I am in a happy place, learning to hold patience, trying out new things, and not doubting myself. I am letting go of unheard things, not justifying myself to anyone, and staying in my own lane. I am not worried about things that are beyond my control. I am learning and I know this August won’t be like the past ones because I am a new me.//minnstea._

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I love how some movies have neither good nor bad endings. They leave me with a bunch of reasons to think every day about what the alternative outcome could be. I wonder about the best reason for this kind of ending, what the characters were like, and what they would do if something happened. Will they end up in love later or not see each other again? I enjoy movies that leave the last emotion so confusing that I think about it daily. I haven't reached the end of my life, so I can't say that it is true that endings are always happy. The perspectives of different people make it different. Every person has their theory, and it is so beautiful to listen.//minnstea._

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The suburbs of my town call you a zillion times.

The point of my existence tangles with me

Life has been just like the things I wanted to do after my exams, but I’m just laying when my exams get over.

I'm laying under the ceiling,

under the grass,

under the stars,

watching how only the moon gets more preference

than the stars because they���re in maximum numbers; their originality is lost.

There’s no one to host them.

All the gifts packed by me

are kept by me,

hoping to give you someday.

The dust is coming on that wrapper, and so is in my heart.

What’s love and why love,

when in the end it’s nothing but just tangled thoughts and no one to love?

I’m just laying down,

with the tears in my eyes,

lying down with my isolation,

laying with my thoughts.

I’m laying with you under the stars.//minnstea._

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ek aisi qaynaat mil jaye jaha tere saath do pal beth kar apne khwaab btau, kaise tune woh safar aasan banaya kaise tujhe btau, kaise btau jab tu saath nahi tha phir bhi ehsaas saath tha, esi qaynaat ho jisme na aasman jitne faasle ho aur na ho zameen jitni duriya. jaha sab mumkin ho, tera mera saath bhi. yeh faasley, duriyan nahi sehen hoti phir bhi ek umeed hai ki muqammal hogi yeh icha bhi, is jahaan mei woh mumkin nahi ho toh kya hua? mere khwaisho ki dor itni kamzor nahi hai. itne logo ko kho diya bas khud ko kabhie mat khona <3 //minnstea._

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Wake up and open your curtains. Your windows too.

Drink some tea or coffee, whatever pleases you. Notice every sip.

Have some fresh fruit and finish breakfast feeling full.

Stand outside and feel the air. Cool or warm, it will make you feel real.

Get some exercise. Yoga to soothe, running to breathe, lifting for strength.

Take care of your body. Have a nice shower and pamper as much as you want afterward. 

If you’re going to work, remember you have the chance to make anyone’s day or to ruin it. Act accordingly. 

Weed out the bad language. It’s only creating tension in your body and mind. Kind words are infinitely more appreciated.

Take some time each day to improve your mind. Keep reading that great book. Listen to an incredible piece of music. Practice an instrument or a skill. The progress is its own reward.

Pictures will help you remember how wonderful life is. But spend less time on your phone and more time seeing the world face to face. 

Go to sleep knowing that you have done well. Tomorrow is there with room to become even better.

-Notes to myself on how to become a better person this summer.

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The world can be cruel, but there have also been kind people who have helped me. For example, there was a girl who helped me pick up my things at the grocery store after they slipped from my hand. This made me realize that I can’t do everything alone and that I will need people at times. I was panicking before my viva, but my teacher said, “It’s not a big deal, it’s just a practical.” This eased my worries. Sometimes I wonder how just a few words from someone else can give you the courage that you can’t find within yourself, even after saying affirmations a hundred times. I also remember seeing a young boy on the bus who was less privileged than me, and he smiled at me. I didn’t know him, but his simple act made me realize that sometimes making the first move isn’t so bad. //minnstea._

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The train blew a horn and my dream started I thought my sleep would be disturbed but I thought about you, I saw you coming, and I saw you being so different from how you are in reality, I am smiling in my dream. How did that happen to a girl who never smiled?

They said, ‘It’s love’ but love makes you feel happy and I was not happy. Why?

Why do I always ask questions? I think a lot. Why?

The train blows horn again, my tired eyes woke up and I realised, it was all a dream, and I was happy it was just a dream.

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