Category: Keep Smiling :-)
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Surprising Monday Morning
How does it feel When it is raining cats and dogs outside, When you sit and relax with a cup of coffee, When you just shut all thoughts out, When there is a second Sunday for you, When you don’t have to work on a Monday Morning 😀 Yeah,…
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Wasted Sunday.
Woke up at 10 AM and still did not wish to wake up. Skipped breakfast, but compensated with two cups of coffee. What I exactly did till noon, even I can’t fathom. Had lunch, and just after lunch, I had the strong urge to go back to sleep again. Resisting…
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Source of Darkness
Does darkness have a source? I don’t think so. For me, darkness does not come naturally, It comes only when the light, the ray of hope, unknowingly hides away from us. * What are your thoughts?
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The Special Bond
The bond that we share Is really very special, It is the warmth, the love, the care, That exceeds all level. Your unshared, unconditional love Has still, never been enough, The humane wish of always wanting more, Has left me without you; hollow to the core. I…
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Hidden Inspiration
It was 3 am in the morning; my room was eerily silent, disturbing all my thoughts. Could silence do that? The only sound that pierced my ears was of the crickets hiding somewhere outside my balcony. I wonder why I even keep it open all the time. But that’s the…
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Feeling of contentment
How often does it happen with you, that you wake up in the morning and feel guilty at something in your life, despite all the things you are doing? For me it’s really often. I would wake up in the morning and just feel like questioning me “What the hell…
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Being possessive
“I may seem sweet and nice but if you borrow my book and forget to return it, I will break a level of crazy that will make your nightmare seem like a happy place.” Nothing that I wrote, but seems apt though. It’s only sad that my friend…
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Late night rains!
I lay on my back, the cool concrete floor lightly touching my body. I looked up at the sky smiling, but dark clouds loomed over me, hiding the shining moonlit night. The cool wind caressed my skin softly and just when my mouth cracked into a tight lipped smile, the…
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The Strength of a Flickering Candle.
She was sitting there, lost into her gloomy thoughts. The room was awfully murky, and the darkness helped her hide from the light. Tattered as she was, so were her thoughts. Her appearance was no less depressed with rugged hair, with the black dress, and with face as dull as…
Moushmi Radhanpara 