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Some truths.. apparently

Kaun rota hai kissi aur ke gham ki khatir
Sab ko apni hi kissi baat pe rona aaya

Even though world does sometimes stop to take notice of some one, still the fight has to be fought by the person himself. No body I think has time enough to do things for others (Not that I know of. Back in my hometown, things are not like that. People still care for people).

Lots of people I know are going to different places. Soon I am going to miss a lot of people, I cherish. Although I have never told them, how much they mean to me, I just wish they had understand without my saying so.

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Anonymous said…
I apologize for using this medium to voice my disagreement. You speak of a world as though you believe in its independent existence. The world? Everything is merely perception and creation by the self. So, in this world of the individual, which comprises of a handful people who matter (positively or negatively), there are people to take time for each other all the time and stop and take notice of other members in their worlds.
Besides why mourn the self-centeredness of the universe? If man did one thing right it was to be selfish swine. Ensured the survival of the species, didn't it?
No good comes out of naivete.
Anonymous said…
I apologize for using this medium to voice my disagreement. You speak of a world as though you believe in its independent existence. The world? Everything is merely perception and creation by the self. So, in this world of the individual, which comprises of a handful people who matter (positively or negatively), there are people to take time for each other all the time and stop and take notice of other members in their worlds.
Besides why mourn the self-centeredness of the universe? If man did one thing right it was to be selfish swine. Ensured the survival of the species, didn't it?
No good comes out of naivete.

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