Years pass by, time flies. The only thing running faster than time is your mind. It messes with your heart, gets you involved in someone for a moment, and then in the next one, it explains to you all the futility of the people you’ve got on your side.
Along with your experiences keep on increasing the number of untold stories too. The more you come to know about people, the more you either love them or hate them. The more you realise the world isn’t all about being good or bad. Its about who is how to whom. Your warmth can be someone’s heat. And someone’s cool can be your cold.
Between the urge of complete freedom and the unexplained longing for being taken care of, man somehow emerges unscathed inspite of the strange plays of faith and destiny. Once the lust for wandering dies, he comes always to the same point he has strived for since ages, he settles on fulfilling his urge for settling.
Along with your experiences keep on increasing the number of untold stories too. The more you come to know about people, the more you either love them or hate them. The more you realise the world isn’t all about being good or bad. Its about who is how to whom. Your warmth can be someone’s heat. And someone’s cool can be your cold.
Between the urge of complete freedom and the unexplained longing for being taken care of, man somehow emerges unscathed inspite of the strange plays of faith and destiny. Once the lust for wandering dies, he comes always to the same point he has strived for since ages, he settles on fulfilling his urge for settling.
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