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Month: August 2014

Update.

Update.

Hello there. I have been watching my blog for quite some time. I know that I have been totally irregular and posting not-so-good posts. But keeping aside all that, I have come to a conclusion that there is no one visiting my blog. I have waited too long, perhaps. So, I am going to rekindle and do some changes over here. Or probably delete my blog and start afresh or something like that. Any update on the change will be duly…

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Ramification.

Ramification.

The vacant silence haunted the blistering rage which crushed the soul into pieces like shattered glass. The question of the perplexed relation between silence and darkness daunts the mind. The silence that beamed in the dark, echoed in the vast emptiness, yet, it wasn’t an hollow vessel. May be it was the darkness. Darkness, exclamation mark. Doesn’t it divulge into the so called emptiness while the mind wonders how did all of this place into perfect place, and how did all of this took…

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Falling into place.

Falling into place.

“The trick is to take the risk.”   It is not always a trick to make the dominoes to fall into place. Yes, the key factor is dedication and not to mention the precision and or the hard work, if I could also put into this picture. There is no guarantee that the first construction would make the dominoes to fall into place. It takes several tries, and I guess we all can agree to that. But it was as…

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Sanity..

Sanity..

Have you ever thought of inflicting pain on someone that you would probably enjoy doing that? No? Umm.. Okay.. neither did I. But I have a few near experiences with such cases.  Once when I was writing my exam in my college sitting on the first bench, not my choice but my only choice since my roll number is one, and there comes this guy who is the invigilator for the day. He stands in front of me while I was…

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Fear.

Fear.

Johny Johny, the name echoed in the house. The voice so familiar, so drunk that Johny still a kid hid in the closet. The closet he was so afraid of since childhood, for that closet had a monster and he was not afraid or anything but this until recently. But still he chose the closet to the dark hoarse voice that called his name.  Johny Johny, the name echoed in the house. As he stood there in the closet, he…

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