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once a fighter always a fighter

writing this column after a long period of time. here i am sitting in office wondering about lot many things that happened in last couple of months, strange encounters and strange realisation about my ownself.i am immune to the worlld in real sense of terms coz i dont understand how things move and only thing i understand is how i feel how i react i feel this much is in my hand rest i cant control so i try and leave the rest to others...My vocabs are different the words i use is really different ,people understand it as per their own set of knowledge and experiences, what can be done on that..journey still countinues questions still ocurr in my mind and i will move on hopefully becoming more stronger more close to the seacrh i am on..
when you fail to become normal as per worldly set of norms after much trial you should understand that being normal is not your cup of tea, you are here to change the norms, redefne the set of rules that are given to you....Journey still continuesss..........and a beutifull one
ps: i love the life tht is given to me,,, whatever and however :-)

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shell said…
WHATEVER HPPENES, LIFE MUST GO ON! ITS EASY TO SAY, BUT TOUGH TO FOLLOW!

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