Turning back into the recent past, a deep sense of belonging and disappointment makes their way into the daily deeds. Right from keying in the stories to searching for ideas to communicating with known people, an unknown experience pervades the self.
When happiness sprouts on thoughts of an overseas visit, an element of sadness rather frustration creeps in, to spoil the gregarious mood. Many a time, the real reason has been elusive, leaving the self to grapple with unseen equations.
As days roll into months, impressions and ideas are treading lonely path even as the mortal world save a few are standing by - to criticise little slips and celebrate bigger falls.
Wish I had an understanding 'presence' who could decipher my inherent inconsistency - similar to a buzzing bee offered the hidden nectar by a swaying flower...
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