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Tell that to the persistent bunch of happiness-radiating ever-so-positive-toothy-crinkly-eyed-all smiles best friend.

I'm trying to get some tears out and she isn't helping!

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"How a mind screams is seen through the red in the eyes, the red in the nose, quivers of the jaw and yet parched lips don't betray the silence that reigns."

-Niran.

"They are always allies to stillness unlike the irises; crazy little twins with their flashes and glimmers. How hotly they glare and burn! They render you speechless, make you weak in the knees, they are the only portals to the deepest and darkest layers of one's soul. Such screams of minds are dangerous biologically yet they are purgatory too. They serve honourably to the host alone. It's the best weapon in the arsenal in the fight for prestige, honour and dignity."

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Existential crisis is just indecisions annoying us while trying to multitask and trying to be a people pleaser simultaneously.

Read that again.

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As the soft light of dawn hits the first leaf today, my faith in myself shall renew all over again.

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Mad about the fact that I let myself be swept over and over again in fishy odour but at least I'm not the one who released poisonous gas into the atmosphere. I'll live with it and have a cookie.

His digestive issue was pitiable really.

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The sky seemed awfully clear today.

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Dearling mon coeur, breathe easy.

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Hope is crucial to our being but do you know the irony? It doesn't appear like a shooting star. We have to dig through the tunnels of despair and raw anguish, drown in oceans of guilt and unprocessed hatred to find it. Hope is not a moment of miracle, it's a trophy to collect after a violent combat. It then becomes the beacon of light but we proceed through murky waters first.

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/The Minotaur/

"I kissed the thousand scars away and patiently waited for the night to dissipate, but my eyes never opened for the sun. The agony resurged soon after, as I gnashed my teeth and lay on the barren wasteland full of scorching gravel, throat sore and lips parched. The clouds floated gently, almost in languid tranquility but never colliding with each other. The rain never came down."

-Excerpt from a book I may write soon.

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As we grow old we realise that worldly affairs are so fleeting it's actually laughable. This might sound offensive to someone who is new to adulting or has just achieved a significant social milestone ; financial independence, a new marriage, new kids etc.

To those who have known the patterns of human functioning for a while and also those who realise that change is the only constant, for them nothing worldly matters to the extent that it creates that dopamine rush. That doesn't mean we become immune or emotionally numb to our surroundings or stimuli, it just means that we are finally able to keep our minds in check, in moderation and realise our true purpose. There can be various modes of it, be it spirituality, religious beliefs or national interest or merely a support system for the immediate and extended families, but one hearts the idea that apparently salvation can only be achieved through a dedicated medium of empathy, understanding and discipline. Routine is not really a routine anymore, it becomes a storyteller's means of driving morals home, an anchor seeking a firm ground.

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Let today's uncertainty take root for the moment and let those tears fall, just like cloudy skies eventually pave the way for sunshine and rainbows.

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We become our unhinged self in silent contemplations, something which is actually needed on an everyday basis, something which is absurdly therapeutic.

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Butterflies in the guts anyone?

The weird and sharp sense of happiness morphing into bewilderment every time when you're in direct eye contact with your significant other.

Maybe this is what keeps our hearts young and going too.

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And all these times we thought love was that one true state of unwavering intensity, of pious sunshine rushing through the front door and silent afternoons filled with nostalgic remembrances, until self respect decided to wake up and show its broken face through the rose tinted windows.

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