Exile.
There comes a time, when worldly pleasures appeal no more to you. When things, far greater than yourself make a scarce impact on you. When moksha is far, far away. At a time as ripe as that, it is time.
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They say, never rekindle an old flame. They forgot to mention what to do with one that doesn't seem to die.
Very dark.. wanted to read more.
ReplyDeleteEverything is a choice. Even calling it 'the time' is a personal choice.
ReplyDeleteWe're camouflaged to the extent of ignoring what is our own choice and what is not.
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I'd prefer we keep things this way. Here. :)
really such times are difficult..
ReplyDeletewhen we are at the lowest of our ebbs
Worldly pleasures are unproductive of success.Most of the time they succeed in making you a total failure.
ReplyDeleteWorldly pleasures are unproductive of success. Unfortunately, most of the time they succeed in making you a total failure.
ReplyDeleteheyi growler..i came here to read more..bus itna sa...wont do...and glad you are back to writing..missed you !
ReplyDeleteWish for it to be just a phase :)
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