I have so far been known as one of the most sanguine guys in my class. My philosophy tells me, ‘Never bother about what’s hidden behind that curtain, Go ahead, find it yourself. If you find nothing, then look for another curtain.’
But yesterday, when I creased this special curtain for the first time, I found myself sinking deep within a bog of conundrums. A bog, where there is no vine, hanging down the trees nearby, to moor myself to them. Save me from this excruciating pain, for this bog is sucking me within itself. It’s tearing me apart. I don’t know if I will survive... People may not survive the pain and forever remain in this bog, with the venom paralysing slowly from inside.
When my friends will know about it, they'll think I hardly care about this thing, for they have seen my idiosyncracy in some of the most shattering circumstances.But of course this one is unprecedented. May be I don’t care at all. Or do I?? Then why am I writing this post?? I am confused....I have never been so easy in admitting mistakes, but today I am doing it. I made a mistake, a blunder perhaps. I didn’t have patience to wait for the curtain to be raised. I did it all by myself and got restless when I found nothing, I ushered forcefully inside to know the truth, But got caught in this bog...
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sometimes lifting the curtain is the only option... sometimes pain and impatience are inevitable.. sometimes we feel that we are strong but we actually are not.... sometimes we feel hurt without actually having a valid reason... because sometimes when we think we can face anything... but believe me there are always some "FIRSTS" left.. sometimes through pain sometimes through joy these are the things which make our life worth living...
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