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Notes on Life

For lack of better titles, lets keep it really formal.
Bahut kuchh kehne ko hai. Bahut kuchh hai, bahut bahut hai. Koi sunne wala nahin hai.
Iska bhi koi gham nahin hai ki koi sunnewaala nahin. I am working through one of the most exciting parts of my life, professionally and I know it will never be the same again, So am smiling through the nights and early mornings. Savoring them like the last drops of rain.
I have been saving so many things I have beenw anting to write. But right now nothing takes control except the one thing that gives my life a definition and a meaning.
You know sometimes I just wake up int he middle of the nigth and wonder, wonder why it could not be more normal. What would that give me. Then I realized under different circumstances everytime, that it my way, my art of living and thats what makes me me.
I am subservient to no one, nothing precedes me, nothing lives after me and thats just me, quintessentially me.
All I want to say is that after a long long time, i sleep fulfilled, funfilled dreaming beautiful thoughts. Its the "umeed" that keeps you awake and that gives you sleep. Thats the way I am, thats the way I want to be and thats the way I had want to die.

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