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The warmth of that one hug.

 The warmth of that one hug was so magical as it started to create mystical circumstances. The warmth of that one hug was so peaceful as it stopped all the wars going on in mind. The warmth of that one hug was so spiritual as it awakened all the sleeping senses in the body. The warmth of that one hug was so cute as it accumulated all the softness that was within oneself. The warmth of that one hug was all the love, care, need, help, joy, tears,and every other things that numbs the body and touches the heart in an unforgettable way. It was a rememberance of the time we spend looking out for eachother. Thank you for such an warm hug that you unknowingly gave to me. I will treasure it till the day my body supports me, my brains works for me and my heart runs for ...................

The forced feeling of feeling grateful.

 For no reason, someday when we wake up in the morning, we find a different kind of joy within us for no reason. A new energy, a new smile like a new beginning. You know all the feeling grateful kind of things people always talk about, but you don't really understand and someday all of those starts happening to you. I wonder something like that might have happened to those writers of self-help books and they wrote it down. But, after it reached the hands of other people they just started forcing themselves to do it. You know, to force oneself to feel grateful. Just sugarcoat things. Just do them for the shake of doing them. Do you think practising these things really leads to some impressive results? Or is it just the waste of time?  Anyways , who gives a damn about one more question in this world full of question banks. As we are just busy "doing things" and forcing to "doing things". Good luck to one more busy day of your busy life. Hope in mist of all these, ...

becoming them.......

Belonging to different background, we all try to grow up differently or probably similarly like a first boy/girl of our class, favorite basketball player of the school, or famous popstar or any other artist of our era. Yet, we succeeded to be an anonymous piece to the world, a whole differently. But, no matter how new and special we are to this universe, we always try to fit, to bend to the environment we are living on and again try to be like someone else, our idol. For some of us, this trying to be other thing dominates to the core making us to forget our own identity, our own uniqueness. By the time we realize that we can do nothing but to be ourselves it becomes meaningless. And, then we spend rest of our life searching our own interest. Some become successful after a year or two while many others die without a solution to the simple question "what am I different at?".But, obviously this question does hit every single one of us sooner or later. It would be useless to talk...