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You step out on the open road, you see this one person making all the noise. The incessant laughter, the merry talks, the joker in your circus -- that's all me. You take a look around, and laugh, and then wonder how irritating, and in-your-face can he be -- that's all me. You might tolerate him, you might understand him; but you'll never be able to miss him -- that's all me. A li'l 'ere, a li'l there; the story doesn't change. You move ahead.. And Yesterday maintains its status quo. So on, so on.. And, the moment you patiently break through the high walls, and step inside the deep thoughts, you learn that the outside show is just a masquerade; a reason for everyone to believe that the world is at peace with itself -- that's all me. A reason for you to believe that a life of love, peace, beauty, forgiveness, hope, friendship, and redemption does exist. A life where the only thought that you share, is laughter -- that's all me. And then, it all comes out in writing...

Monday, January 9, 2012

Scent Of A Man

I'd put on my favourite, old scent again. 20th December, 2010. It was cold like the north should be. And foggy. And invisible. My first test just ended. I hadn't had time to bathe in the preparation, or the inclination in the cold. I didn't bother to wear any scent either. Many, many days!

20th December, 2010. I put on my old scent again.

I was standing in the courtyard, talking to my friend.

She recognised the scent.


"You've put it after a long time." ["Hoo-aah!"]

I was intrigued.
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