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The saga of a 19 hour long journey

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Mercy and love the gods bestowed

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I am a hoarder, I’ll admit it, I hoard books but it’s not too bad. At least it’s not corpses or animal bones. Now since my love for books is so well known, I often get books from my friends as gifts and let it be known, my friends are amazing and so are their choices in books. Some of the best books in my little library are from them. From books that take you on fantastical adventures to books that make you fall in love with yourself, they have given it all. Also, the fact that they are bookworms just makes their choices even better.

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I don’t know where I am going with this one, just that for once I am typing as I am thinking. So, it isn’t some planned article, more so an ordered form of my brain’s threads. We all carry a jumble of thoughts as we walk around every day, each sectioned off and prioritized based on how much it affects us. Our mood usually reflects the section with the highest priority. Today I am trying to make sense of the jumble of thoughts inside my head and put it to paper, I am not sure what it’ll achieve but at least I can organize the chaos and maybe you can find something that reflects you in there too.

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Nothing made me happier than losing myself between the pages of a good book. There was a sense of peace, an anchor which kept me tied to this world. Whenever I felt as though I was drifting, I would simply skim through the words of my favorite book immediately I would find myself anchored back to this plane of living.

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The rite of marriage comes with many a step. The decision to marry, then finding the right person, still electing to get married, putting out familial fires – cus’ of course someone has to shit on something – then finally comes the grueling process of getting married.

Of all the processes I did not expect the marital function to be the hardest part, like come on how hard can saying a few words and signing a piece of paper be? Very hard apparently, more so than strictly necessary. For many the marriage functions is all sparkles and shine but if you are anything like me – a certified hermit and an introvert – it’s an extremely painful process especially when combined with tradition-loving relatives.

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The combined entity of desire and loss

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In my personal experience no one can pretend for longer than 3 months, it’s not possible due to a multitude of reasons the first one being vanity. We are all colorful creatures, and we love showing off our feathers and there is always a situation where a distinct set of our emotions are set off and we display that one part of us that we try to keep locked away.

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We all know, none of us are honest around others, it’s just a convenient and people-friendly mask that we wear in order to seem attentive and interested. And to be honest it’s not just random people, we have a different layer of mask for different people, be it friends or family. But that’s not important, it’s just a coping mechanism and it’s activated due to the people that we meet.

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An image built in echoes

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Blood. Everything was just blood and noise. I felt disconnected from it all as though this wasn’t happening to me, I was a mere spectator. I felt irritated at all the noise, why couldn’t mother stop her incessant screaming?

But where was I? What was happening?

And just with that I was pulled right back into the forest.

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Crops are replaceable but humans are not. Slowly over time with enough patience they can be replaced but humans cannot. I learned this lesson over the duration of one week. It seems easy enough to remember but it took me a while to recall it. The forest reminded me of it.

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The scent of fire isn’t something you can get rid of easily. It’s ashy essence coats the back of your throat and manages to stay there for quite some time. I stood there looking out from my window at the grim site below, the land was illuminated in reds and oranges and a cloud of grey smoke hung over it. It was stunning to see but the story it portrayed was a dark one.

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My family was never satisfied. They hunted for perfection, so much so that we ran out of land but never wants. We were a family of farmers you see, my dad calls us agriculture specialists, a fancy word but farmer is what we were. We spent the entire day staring at an empty patch of land, waiting. Waiting for rain, waiting for sunlight, waiting for the first sign of growth, and then waiting for the perfect harvest.

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Untold threads of the unspoken