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Life seems to be putting  a small * with everything that i find good .And when you go to the end of the text and read the conditions in the fine print of *Conditions Apply, you realize that there's nothing really good about it.

We don't get to a live an edited version of life, we get to live the full version.
phone calls,chocolate cake, chilled coke and something,stomach cramps at 4am, pill popping at 4am,more phone calls at 6am,wind,non subsiding pain,another pill,rain,dancing in the rain,getting really wet, sleeping for a couple of hours,forgetting to dry the hair,getting up with the curliest hair ever,18 missed calls,3 new messages,fever,the mother of all headaches,two phones that won't stop ringing,talking happily,pretending to be "okay",body aches, damning the dancing in the rain,pill for fever,pill for headache,Disprin dances and dissolves,bottoms up,dragging to the washroom to clean up,cold water, favorite check shirt and creme half pants,sipping chilled water,glucose biscuits,wallet,heat,sweating,the class,strong piercing air conditioning,riding back home,shut up phones please,feeling alone,damning the placement drive that stole the gang from my bday,watching cartoons,discovery and.some ads,bath no.2,taking care of the wild hair,waiting for friends,baby pink tshirt,white unbuttoned shirt,creme lose half pants,looking  good,3b2,Dominoes,5 phase,Ice Cream parlor, one hysterical phone call, pacifying Maa, more calls, home, more t.v, typing my head out,music,sleep or something like it.

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let that be enough..Switchfoot

The eight lane road with embedded orange and red lights that blink.

Sitting on the pavements we chased.

But that was a long time back.

Breathe.

We need to do this. We came to say goodbye. We promised we won’t go back.

It is dark and if I don’t blink for while everything becomes a blur.

The road hasn’t changed. We have. Life has.

May be I am staring too long and forgetting to blink.

May be that’s why, the most beautiful memories today, seem to be nothing , but a blur.

Verified

Unlearning is the toughest process.

Unlearning a habit, an attitude, a mind set is more challenging than taking up a new one.

Unlearning to love someone is harder than falling in love.

No, it is not adapting, or changing for the better. It is about forgetting who you are and redefining yourself.

Yes, you have to compromise. Replace yourself and be okay with it. Euphemism,”embrace change.”

The world belongs to people who unlearn.

There are distinct moments in life when you get a choice. A choice between honesty and lies.

A choice between love and lust. A choice between taking up responsibility and walking away. A choice between actually giving a damn or apathy. A choice between believing and not believing.

There are no middle paths. Life fazes out the distinction between these choices. It will try its best to camouflage these distinct moments with all the other nonsense.

There are no wrongs or rights to these things, but there is always an easy way and a tough way. A shorter way and a longer way.

If something you do can be digested by your conscience, eat it. If something you do doesn’t, well digest it this one time and try not to eat it again.

There will be some shit in your life. Get it out. And flush.

The world belongs to people who flush.

There will always be questions. There will always be possibilities and scenarios. There will always be insecurities. There are no absolutes to life. No perfections other than what you create.

If you have people who are like your sun block, quietly and transparently protecting you when you are out playing in the scorching mid day sun you are indeed lucky.

Love is a simple personal question. Stop complicating the answer. Art complicates love to market life. Find something that you want, create something that you want. Remember that the ads are not true, the standards they set are not real. No matter how beautiful it is, at the end of it they’ll call it nothing but foreplay.Don’t listen to them.

The world belongs to people who don’t listen.