'The metaphors for they had started
speaking the then, it was nevertheless the same but however with
passing time you know it moves on its own pace, creates its own language and
deciphers itself in the same manner',
she said.
'We have talked as such a lot many
times I guess', she was saying, 'but even then when we speak up again it's
something new every time- New as something as afresh as the morning dew'.
'Haa, I look like a philosopher
when I talk out to you', she exclaimed with a faint smile in her face.
I smiled back, looked into her eyes
and then asked, 'are you happy as such'?
She smiled and said, 'Yes, I am. I
am happy with all the accomplishments I have had till date, I am with my
family, the position I wanted to have and all those which I have always
been longing for".
I
was listening calmly. She kept in the same flow, 'yeah there are and had been
troubles in my life but it's all the part of my life, everyone has a story you
know and so do I have, it's nothing new at all".
"I am one of the ones in that
huge crowd, one who has a brother, a sister, a mother, a father and thereby I
make my story. I am the common man one who you always see as someone around. I am
never that important, you know,' and she kept quiet abruptly.
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For a
lifetime is made with all the thoughts, put into actions
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Inside my mind volcanoes where roaring, I wished to tell no
it is not as such but as always I kept quiet, listened to her and played with
my thoughts-the unending thoughts…
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