some stories are sudden like an inhale, some are overcoming like the tides, some, we name mistake, some are called lessons. Stories...tragic, romantic, comedy. We make them, they make us .
I have my own stories. A few are known and some untold. Be a tragic one or a comedy one, stories are meant to end at a certain point. Stories... teach us whether we are the option or we are comparing.
Its best to live imperfectly happy living a life of your own choice than to imitate someone else and be a plastic doll.
I Think and think... And more thoughts line up to get processed.
even after every emotional accident , the show must go on.
Emotion... a weird sense of human....strong handling make us numb....loose handling make us dumb...
when the presence is like thunderstorm , the absence prevail deep dark silence.