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Ever Thought Of This?

“Until the lion learns to write, every story will always glorify the hunter.”

 

Why is it so difficult for us to just try and see the other side of the coin? Why do we always have to glorify the one that need not be glorified? Why do we not notice the so obvious? Why indeed do we not listen to the silence?

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One Big Happy Family.

Warning: If you are looking for heads and tails to a story, do not, I repeat do not proceed reading this post, not even as much as look at the pictures.

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Once upon a time there was a lonely pigeon called A.

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Time passed by, and one fine day his eyes fell on someone, a very beautiful other called B.

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Though there was initial hesitation between the two shy pigeons, eventually their loved blossomed.

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One fine day, at the very place where the two love birds used to meet, there came a third person called X. Of course, there has to be something amiss in a love story, right?

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“Wait, what? There is someone else?” The B was heart broken.

A had to coax and cajole that in no way X was related to him.

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“I will jump from this building if you don’t come back.” A warned.

Well, our B was very emotional and believed in what A had to say after seeing A’s stupidity 😀

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And they were back together, very happy with each other.

 

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In future they would make X jealous, with their one big happy family, X standing just a little away.

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Okay, I am sorry for this really ‘bad’ post. This might be the lowest level of my humor. But as it happens, people who know me, might relate that when I am bored and or tired I, specifically my mind, can go to really great extremes, one of the result of which is this post.

And if you have come this far, I truly, really am thankful for bearing with my deranged mind.

 

 

The Robbed Hope.

 

What is living without hope?

It is, an artist without his art,

A painting without colours.

 

What is living without faith?

It is, a song without the tunes,

And dance without music.

 

What is life without belief?

It is a story without characters,

A story without words.

 

Oh, the robbed hope is back again,

The hope which I had always lived by,

The hope which my spirit held so dear,

It has come out of its hidings.