long back i went to my aunty's place. i loved to go to her coz she has got big joint family and i always stayed in nuclear one, many kids are there they all knows me, i used to be always with kids but with elders i was reserved they could find me always reading or sitting in the corner with poise, actually i used to observe them, i loved the kind of jokes they placed at each other, and as my habit is i was always learning .thats strange but i have a problem of thinking myself invisible "like me observing others but others cant see me".on the contrary now i realised that people wonders why this girl is so calm, she cant even say a single word.so i remember i went to terrace and as usual i was in my thoughts gazing the surrounding i dint even realised that one uncle came to me and asked why you are so calm, aloof? why dont you talk?.1st i was surprised that how one can notice me? then i got to answer because he asked, i said "uncle i cant talk" "mujhe bat karna nahi aata"i told him the truth but to my great amazement he started laughing loudly.
i would be better if, instead of thousand words, there was only one a word that brought peace i would be better if, instead of thousand poems, there was only one, a poem that revealed true beuty i would be better if, instead of thousand songs there was only one, asong that spread happiness.
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A suggestion, if you like. You could share some of your learnings in your blog post which might be helpful to others too.
Keep empowering !!
as suggested ,
i will try to share as much as i can, its not about what i want to to share , actually its about how i end up writing at the moment of writing.