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EXPLICIT VERDICT

Isn’t it interesting that we are one such species capable of creating a tornado of thoughts in a jiffy? Weaving a chain of memories surrounded by a number of ideas, though we never think deep on each of it, its amazing how a thought takes us into another and then to the other… finally dispersing peace of mind.

Even now while reading this write up, it wouldn’t be easy to focus on a topic for the words totally different from one another urge you to follow their world. And to me, this is one such freedom even the under – privileged, poor, rich, black, whitish… people from all walks of life get to enjoy. The only thing not to be judged by the society, free of all rules nevertheless uncontrollable. Else even dreams lie in the foot of the so called norms built by us. How easy would it be to live life if we learn not to regret anything that brings a smile, and not blindly follow what is given to understand?

Over estimation is indeed a very dangerous flaw as is said by higher minds on earth…
Mathematics doesn’t really work out in real life... Sticking on to certain notions, a mere chance of impressing others... Thinking such efforts can make your life plain and there wouldn’t be any chance of the society barging at you... Isn’t that more of an overestimation?!!


It is indeed silly to have thoughts of escaping from the shrewd eyes of your surroundings as anyone born into it is molded by it... Had it not been so …aspiring writers, singers, artists wouldn’t have been hooked in the small little cubicle of theirs always underfoot choosing the safer option of a boring job keeping their creative potential at bay. Their throwaway aspirations reflect the explicit verdict.

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