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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-33793413328957191932016-10-21T02:50:00.001-07:002016-10-21T05:01:43.606-07:00I wish I could be there! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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again cooking what I like the most, and my dad will be busy reading the
newspaper. But I wasn't in my room.<br />
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The kitchen looked empty, the newspaper laid in front of the door as if
the outside world has nothing to do with my house anymore. Rooms were
silent. No more pleading from my mom for not eating my breakfast and no
more scolding from my dad for reaching home late. Instead, they were
sitting alone in that room, looking at my photo frame. The only thing
that showed movement in that room was their tears.<br />
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How could I let them like this, smiling at them in a photo while they
were crying. I never thought this could happen to me. People started
saying I was too young. And all of a sudden, I became a news. A news,
something that engages everyone for a day and fades out over time. I
became one such thing.<br />
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The one who praised me at that party for going for that extra drink
will be talking that I was too mad to do it,
and the one who scolds me every day for being too lazy and irresponsible
will be crying for the rest of his life. It just shook up what I
believed. While I was partying at one side, I never thought someone
would stay nervous all night until they hear the sound of my bike. And I
only got to know the other side of life when it all ended.<br />
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Everything happened was too quick, the light, the loud horn sound, and
there I was lying on the road, surrounded by people,
mumbling about me. I tried moving my arms, but I couldn’t. I had so much
to do in life, but there is no time left. I wish I could go back in
time. I wish I could be there! back in my room.<br />
The alarm beside by bed started ringing!<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-19369742271071690932015-07-28T05:15:00.003-07:002015-07-28T05:29:55.482-07:00Forgotten - Mini story (Creative Writing Prompt Challenge on Writetodone.com)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's about coming up with up a mini-story of about 350 words for the given picture. Thought of sharing my mini story on my blog.<br />
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Ignored, useless, Junk…</div>
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There is nothing harder in life than being forgotten by your
loved ones. It kills you from within. I never thought this could happen to me. I
used to be his favorite toy ever since he was little. I was his favorite
birthday gift. While the rest of the world called me by the label name, he was
the one who gave me a new name, a new life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I used to wait all day long for him to get back from school.
I knew all his secrets and we were the best buddies of all time. But now, it’s
all gone. He is no more a kid, and we
are no longer friends. He has new friends to share new secrets and the worst
part was watching all this alone from the top of a shelf. I never took my eyes
away from him, <span lang="EN-US">longed so
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Now, I don’t even know whether he
remembers my name. I couldn’t take it anymore and there was no life left in my
batteries. All my weird imaginations pushed me to the edge. I decided to leave.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It was on
his birthday. The room was filled with thoughts. The new gifts reminded me once
again that it’s not a place for an old piece of junk like me. I looked down
from the shelf. And, I jumped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Just like
my heart, my body parts were shattered all over the room. Everything looked vague,
I waited for the maid to throw me into the trash, but a foot came rushing
towards me. It was him. His hand lifted me up; his face glanced at the
shattered pieces and He turned back towards me. There was a pause… tears rolled
down his eyes. I have never seen him like this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Eddy, my
best buddy”, he called my name. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“What have I
done?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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He kept me
over the table and started looking for things to fix me up. But how do I tell
him that he already fixed what’s been broken.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">(Thanks for reading. Please leave your comments below :)</span></div>
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What is to be like being a super hero?<br />
Have you ever been one?<br />
Ever felt like one before?<br />
Yes we all have, when we were kids. A time where every dream was possible. We all believed in it once, but slowly we let those super heroes walk out. We packed our dreams and kept it aside while we moved on...<br />
Ever thought of getting them back?<br />
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May be chasing a dream and being a super hero are not two different things.<br />
In the end, It's all about saving the day.<br />
And what it takes for saving. All you need it to dust off your mind and create a space, a secret place to start your practice. From scratch. It takes time, a lot of sweat, it's not easy, and the flights don't take off without a runway. You should also know that what ever your practice, it might not help you to fly, but it helps to rise back from every fall. It might appear like the world is moving forward without you. You need patience. Gather everything you want, stay and practice. The world doesn't need you now and you don't want to. Just save the day.<br />
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Every day you look at yourself, you see a different person, the one your are becoming. And when you go out, you act like you don't even know this guy, you pretend to be the same old person who hasn't changed much. A life with two identities.<br />
An identity with a routine life, and the other with a dream. Every day, you face the same world, and the world has no idea that it's facing a different you. A very few know your identities and what you are up to, and you don't spend time with them.<br />
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Back there in your secret place, you practice. It's a struggle that no one knows. For every step you take, you see a mile expanding on the other side. Either you test your limits or the limit tests you. It makes you stand on the extremities of fear and courage at the same time. You keep going and going. And all the way, you wonder why you are doing this and you don't even know how you end up. Either you save the day or die saving. But does it really matters? In the end, its all about living the DREAM. That's a life of super hero. The one with a dream.<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-44939973430589562052014-11-03T08:35:00.000-08:002014-11-03T23:54:28.077-08:00Head Or Tails<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was Tails in my mind, I tossed the coin...<br />
Heads!<br />
I tossed again...<br />
Heads!?<br />
And again......<br />
It was Heads for the next 8 times!<br />
"Probably you should go for Heads" my mind said.<br />
"Ok"<br />
I tossed the coin....<br />
Heads!<br />
And again,..<br />
Heads.<br />
Finally I got what I wanted.....<br />
Heads!<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-65515184438078882042013-07-22T18:02:00.001-07:002014-03-10T11:58:10.761-07:00At the coffee shop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Had a coffee with my friend Kiran, We had a little chat for a while & at the end, we added something more to it with the paper cups and stuffs before it goes to the trash.<br />
Just like a human life - To stand for something with all you got before thrown out.<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-33945848309342810742013-05-14T08:37:00.001-07:002014-05-12T02:49:06.902-07:00Chasing Dreams....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-74849632952868016182013-05-08T05:25:00.002-07:002014-03-10T11:59:35.084-07:00A running scooter at the pit stop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Varun at his mid 30's never stepped out for a morning walk since 2003. He sat down on a wooden beach after a long walk in the park. He felt so relaxed, he was completely on that moment, feeling the rays of the morning sun touching his face through the mildest layer of sweat over the skin, breathing with his eyes closed and lips smiling like a man who is free from everything. He touched his medium sided belly and recollected when was the last time he tried to do a workout, It was 6 years back - exactly a month before his marriage and the workout didn't even lasted to the next day. He just laughed at himself.<br />
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The laugh, which made him to recollect his past life, a busy running metro life which started right from first day he joined a job. The day he started losing himself into the word so called reality, threatened by psychologically structured corporate words. The clock kept going, so does his scooter. Burden kept growing, so does his scooter. He couldn't just believe himself that he is not on his scooter alone anymore, coz there is someone who is there to hold his shoulder and a little girl holding the handle bar standing right in front ( Varun should look her before taking every turn). Things went worse that the running scooter cannot take anymore, Throughout the year Varun spoke only about work pressures to his wife and his summer went busy thinking about appraisal instead of playing with his little daughter. He just lost himself completely, controlled like a chess coin whose steps are classified. Things kept going the same way until a day.<br />
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The day his scooter gave him the wake up call. The day he fell from it while he was rushing to office. He knew that he missed death by inches. He couldn't figure out his injury until someone from the crowd said that "Its just few scratches here and there". He remembered something and made a phone call despite the pain. The call connected, It took a second for him to fight the pain and say hello but a voice shouted, an usual shout starting from 'highly disappointed' to 'will be fired', a shout which meant a lot for Varun that day and call disconnected without hearing a word back. Varun looked at his phone screen, Boss : 0.34 secs. The call ended, There was a pause for few seconds. He cried looking at the mobile screen, the picture of his smiling wife and daughter as the wallpaper. it took some time under the scorching sun to settle his mind. He sat on the road side with a questing mark which was trying to erupt, a plain symbol "?" which made every other things blank. He looked at the scooter which ran along with him, he stood with the broken indicator lights and scratches. He smiled thinking about himself. <br />
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That night, with his wife sitting next to him, his daughter sleeping on his lap, he spoke, he spoke what ever he missed to say her over years. he said that will quit the job and start of a new beginning, a new life with happiness and asked for her opinion. She didn't replied, instead she leaned her face on his shoulder holding his arm, like she is going it hold it forever.<br />
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A brand new beginning,. oops sorry. a new beginning, back to the park.He had no idea what to start with his little saving but he know how he is going to lead his life.</div>
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The phone ringed, an usual call from wife to the husband to buy some groceries when he leaves out for an early walk. He smiled and walked back home, may be with a little dream, with a little routine life, or something. but life, its going to be happy forever.....<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-7709791975023988352013-02-03T09:15:00.000-08:002014-03-10T12:00:17.871-07:00The Hide & Seek...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A street light used to be our light house at my village. Every evening under that street light was filled with laughter of many little kids playing numerous games that one can't count and I was one among those kids. I reluctantly sit to do my home work by the compulsion of my Mom, and then the miracle happens, You can't express that happiness in words when the electricity gets cut. We rush to our light house shouting happily. A quick decision made on what game to be played, It would be mostly 'hide and seek' when the power is out and when the power comes back,the happiness gets doubled. The shout of celebration would be more than before when the light returns back and it also revealed few hiding spots of our friends, It would be funny that some would hide very next to us in the dark. We burst to laughter when they get spotted under the light. Some popular hiding spots were - hiding just behind the person who counts - lying along with the people sleeping on the streets borrowing their bedsheets to hide. I don't know how many number of times we ruined some romantic moments of few couples because we rush to every house to hide ourselves. The game will last until every kids were called back by their parents, We won't give up until the number drops to three, and the light house would stand alone all night waiting for the kids to return. It never gave up, still waiting for the kids to return.</div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-66114110680454197252013-01-04T22:15:00.003-08:002015-02-06T04:29:28.788-08:00Ask and it shall be given...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-80798433795082436512012-12-22T01:49:00.003-08:002014-03-10T12:01:52.916-07:00Life is sweet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lot of thoughts kept stressing my mind for quiet a long time, Things looked worse. I sat in front of my computer completely frustrated and started checking my mails. I received a mail from my uncle. It was his daughter Kuzhalini's photos. Well, that picture wiped all my worries just in a second, I felt amazing, It was like this little girl telling me loudly about how sweet life is (with those words on her t-shirt) " Life is sweet, look at me.why do you worry Sunil mama". Is in that great? We fail to remember those little sweet things around us that makes us happy. </div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-9504012641996884202012-11-09T21:09:00.001-08:002014-03-10T12:02:48.059-07:00I am not patriotic.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The continent should not have drifted, as it laid those boundaries, not on lands but on minds. Countries were born dividing humans and humanity, It feeds you patriotism, It feeds to treat their people as brothers and sister , and whats next, as it indirectly tells you to hate every brothers and sisters in the rest of the world. </div>
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Every men behind those fence with an arm looks like an enemy that he may attack you any time, and he thinks the same about you. Its because we are made to think that way and those two innocent men on those boundaries keep on standing for generations. </div>
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Leaders trying to develop their country, make relationship with others only for trade and not for brotherhood. Why do they always have a hidden agenda behind those hand shakes?</div>
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Countries liberated themselves and enslaved humanity, Men are made patriotic to serve and made to forget that we brothers and sister are the same. If this is patriotism, Then I don't want to be patriotic.</div>
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Thanks for reading, Have a great day. </div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-91355359461443279242012-10-23T01:35:00.002-07:002014-03-10T11:56:29.075-07:00Reaching a dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A dream keeps your day alive, It gives a purpose for life. Well everyone have dreams some way or the other, People name it different, a dream to become something,to do something. It is mentally referred to be a place which brings you happiness once it is achieved. but that's where people struggle in their way, some give up when they find their dream so hard and so far.</div>
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A dream is something that always appears to be in the future. People see it as a goal, a destination to be reached. Its obviously true but the path is more important, It lies in the present. When someone finds happiness in his present, satisfaction with what he did every day, Then the path appears beautiful. No matter how big or far the dream is, every day gives you hope and every moment looks beautiful. You will still find your dream somewhere tomorrow. but today, it appears great than you ever imagine,slowly you are building yourself and your dream.<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-74469620994948389952012-07-26T01:40:00.001-07:002014-03-10T12:03:48.034-07:00Night ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Night, It appears calm for a poet, long for a girl in love, nightmare for a baby in fear,its all dark and still dark for every one. It make no difference. Its all about what you think of yourself. Its just a reflection of you and your mind. You grow up and you still find that baby one night, a poet on another night and it goes on. Its the matter of belief. That night doesn't show you new things. It show you what you really are, What you really are. </div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-6844885035057156702012-06-17T09:16:00.001-07:002014-03-10T12:04:13.705-07:00Care<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-26192880073583150612012-06-17T02:57:00.002-07:002014-03-10T12:04:36.823-07:00World beyond you.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was brought up with expectations about this beautiful world where my mom taught love and my teachers taught good manners. It led me to dream a world where I would live in the future, where one can see happiness inside every heart, where peace spread like the wind and people live with the nature with complete freedom, where every one treat others like their own and share everything from their heart, where words like hate and war be seen only on books and not inside humans, A world where every one wakes with a hope and sleep with complete fulfillment in their mind . </div>
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But when I grew. Things where not the same. The World was far different from what I have imagined. It looked like that dream would always be a dream. </div>
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Then it reminded me some thing. I cant change the world. But I had hope that some day it would. All I decided was let me live a life what I wish. A life with love. From then on, Things changed slowly the way I wished to see this world. </div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-5685730136819433962012-06-14T06:46:00.001-07:002014-04-28T21:32:42.515-07:00When lecture gets bored.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It started on a boring afternoon. The lecture went on as if it will never end. I looked at my friend Kiran and asked him to give me a situation so that I can try to draw and pass some time. This picture was his visualization and I was just a printer with an output.<br />
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-57631590104859025992012-06-14T01:24:00.000-07:002014-03-10T12:05:40.429-07:00Irreversible life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life is irreversible, Every one would have made lot many mistakes. I have done a lot. Mistakes that we always wanted to go back with time, make it right to make a perfect life and become a perfect man. But the truth is, no one can be perfect.</div>
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I sat down one day and started recollecting my memories right from my childhood. Obviously there were lot of mistakes but as my thinking process went deep, I realized that the time has given me lot of good memories with people around me. </div>
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My dad used to take me to a nearby beach on a borrowed bicycle when I was a kid. The day I took my new born baby sister on my hands and looked at my mom who was smiling at me lying on the hospital bed. Memories with many friends who played a major role in my life and plenty little memories that made me smile whenever I think.</div>
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Now I am happy that life is irreversible. It can never take me all the good things that happened, those special people who came across and along with my life. I can now accept my mistakes with no regrets and move along happily with this beautiful life.</div>
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Despite many hard happenings, your life would have a collection of sweet memories with sweet people which can never be taken back.</div>
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Sunil Prabhakaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730120778673263049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301569901049858392.post-17480127359528559472012-06-13T08:12:00.002-07:002014-03-10T12:05:37.885-07:00Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was dreaming big right from my childhood. Don't know how and why? I dreamed. It was always about my tomorrow giving me hope to achieve. Now what I see is today where it makes me feel that I have every thing that universe has. Not more nor less. Love from every one and love form the nature . It keeps my mind healthy.</div>
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The ocean is not so far and i am flowing with the river, Working with my beautiful present for a better tomorrow where dreams are achieved beyond just words. </div>
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Thanks for reading, Have a great day.</div>
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