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My journey begins from when I'm cocooned within my parents and when they burst open, I was left alone for the wind to take care of me. It was only a matter of time that I was buried deep in the ground to sprout to life from there. Once this hard work was done, my friends and I went for a leisure ride at the weaving place and ended up looking all lean and funny. We couldn't stop laughing at each other that day. But the next day separated us for the different kinds of work we were destined for. I ...

The very embodiment of contentment is when you live amongst such chaos and still call your workplace 'paradise'. When you are sure about your own opinions and choices, despite that certainty missing in obtaining the indispensables.

Everyone wants a good kid who listens to what they say and behaves maturely.

But ultimately it's those innocent, yet naughty monkey-like tricks and tantrums that would be missed.

Reality and feet that tie her firmly to the ground- Her vehicle has 3 wheels.

Expectations and heart that reaches the skies- Just one more wheel to lose to soar like an eagle above.

At times I sit solitary

Nursing my wounds,

Embracing my fears,

Introspecting; Contemplating; Reflecting.

Looking for hues to enliven my life with,

Little realizing that the umbrella of the spectrum of colours is just round the corner.

And thus I walk through the sands of time,

Escaping dark shadows; facing the sun,

Hoping to create an impression.

Leaving footprints intense enough,

Just to be a debossed memory

With a sole desire to escape oblivion.

Just the perfect timing to burn the Holika residing in you.

Just the perfect timing to wash away the residue.

Just the perfect timing to give some color to the world around you.

Split I am,

A part of me wants to take risks wants to breakthrough

while the other wants to stay secure and thus I sit

here dual-minded and restless forever.