More than a beautiful talk,I love solitude walk triggering my thoughts.Yes ! I love to think, more than to talk.I love to think about thoughts ,I can find a beautiful transition in each phase though I dont think as much now. .At times landed up nowhere and there are times ,people asking me what am I doing alone? even my first teacher -mom.But my answer is a smile which haven't changed till now.I love spending time in thinking something or other,I can be called as day dreamer .Today Iam saluting my thoughts which dissolves my wrath,which killes me in my sleep,which adds fire to tired bones,which adds lot of question marks to assertive statements and which brought hope for my sibling.
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