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I learnt a lesson sans books. (Full piece in capti

I learnt a lesson sans books. (Full piece in caption) So same journey started from home to coaching. Same questions are roaming in my head, with the answers unsolved. I know, every normally abnormal has the same headache. Fine, I ain't different which I always tried. Back to the track, same questions like...... Ahhh! I can't even put in my words. And how to, there could be some answers to make them logically questions. My questionnaires don't seem like questions. They are my reflections. 'What excuses I can make for my lies which I want to tell to impress someone for the geekiness of my musing?' Yes, I like attention and you maybe too. We crave for love, cosset, care from our loved ones and I many a times create fantasies about them and paint my dreams with the vivid hues. I greet myself on their behalfs because while travelling I couldn't find them with me walking distances as they always outpace me, yes I have short steps. Sometimes I curse too as I attempted many crimes erstwhile and maybe, commiting currently by living someone else dreams Impudently. Maybe I don't belong here or maybe this isn't my domicile. Grudges are rude. Step by step a new thought rushes out and I am in the entourage of my own muse. I am so into it that I am failing to look around many remarkable scenario with which I can weave my musings. All those flowers daisies, lilies and daffodils are perfectly packed in the cozy basket made of wood. It seems they are soulmates from the birth till death, they will be with eachother holding hands in hands. All those accessories which catch the walkers sight, some love them and buy while some demean and reject without a single thought. Surprisingly, possessor and the possessee complement eachother like anything else. Many stuffs like socks and handkerchiefs, towels with bedsheets, combs with clutches look good. They aren't alike but something makes them looking alike.
I learnt a lesson sans books. (Full piece in caption) So same journey started from home to coaching. Same questions are roaming in my head, with the answers unsolved. I know, every normally abnormal has the same headache. Fine, I ain't different which I always tried. Back to the track, same questions like...... Ahhh! I can't even put in my words. And how to, there could be some answers to make them logically questions. My questionnaires don't seem like questions. They are my reflections. 'What excuses I can make for my lies which I want to tell to impress someone for the geekiness of my musing?' Yes, I like attention and you maybe too. We crave for love, cosset, care from our loved ones and I many a times create fantasies about them and paint my dreams with the vivid hues. I greet myself on their behalfs because while travelling I couldn't find them with me walking distances as they always outpace me, yes I have short steps. Sometimes I curse too as I attempted many crimes erstwhile and maybe, commiting currently by living someone else dreams Impudently. Maybe I don't belong here or maybe this isn't my domicile. Grudges are rude. Step by step a new thought rushes out and I am in the entourage of my own muse. I am so into it that I am failing to look around many remarkable scenario with which I can weave my musings. All those flowers daisies, lilies and daffodils are perfectly packed in the cozy basket made of wood. It seems they are soulmates from the birth till death, they will be with eachother holding hands in hands. All those accessories which catch the walkers sight, some love them and buy while some demean and reject without a single thought. Surprisingly, possessor and the possessee complement eachother like anything else. Many stuffs like socks and handkerchiefs, towels with bedsheets, combs with clutches look good. They aren't alike but something makes them looking alike.
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