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This is such a droughty land like the highseas where you don’t get even a drop of water to drink. But, dear friend! For truth, this wandering through is but just an excuse. The glorious elation in flying high enduring the pain under the wings, is beyond the idiom and trope of any language. .…

There comes a feeling of someone moving around Whisking the lips a gentle breeze passes by A brief lightening drizzle ensues, and then a clear sky. Umm! The nascent smell of freshly-wet earth suddenly sieges me. Poor lips! How long have they been parched! They were all smiles in rapture and goosebumps. We never really…

Everyone lives on his own carrying overhead his own firmaments, dragging body with one hand and life with another, Poor chap! He is so innocent. just breathing life jettisoning all cares.   He entertains no fears of ‘how to live?’ He doesn’t hurry, veils no grief, never burns with envy, Or, never falters missing his own…

4 Some people say Love is a very small thing in life. What else, perhaps, Can the people say Who see life as but a well? she said hiding him in her embrace. 10 “Just as this body is made up of bones Life is an amalgam of experiences,” he said With a philosophical touch…