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They say I belong to conversations, to faces that remember me casually as if I were a public season. you once said i am someone who likes everyone i..... because explanations are poor translators of what the heart writes in silence. there are names in my phone, voices passing through ordinary hours, moments that mean nothing beyond themselves. but meanings... meanings have always known only one address. what you see were pages  what you did not see was the story refusing to change its protagonist. affection may travel, attention may wander but devotion chooses geography only once....can i've a cup of coffee from the leading! if ambiguity encircles you ever again, remember...crowds may recognize my voice but, my silence answers only to you...                                                                      ...

  "Awake" isn't the right feeling to desribe 5 AM in Delhi. It feels more like En Garde (On Guard). I realized this morning that the sun has an identity crisis. In Hindi, the morning is feminine (Subah). In French, the morning is masculine ( Le Matin). This linguistic gender dysmorphia is too heavy for a mind that hasn't had tea yet! Then I sat on the terrace, whispering weird french words...weirdly. The "R" sound in French requires you to clear your throat, much like Delhi requires you to clear your lungs in the morning pollution. I whispered 'Bonjour' to the window. The window didn't reply. It just stayed grey...Silence, I suppose! is the only fluency we share. Then I whispered "Ca va?" to the horizon. The horizon didn't reply. It just turned orange. But is that a way of saying...."Aage bado!"? I finally finished my tea. The cup was empty! I looked at the clock. It reflected "Eleventh Hour". Then i looked at th...

  you are not just here but present in the metaverse also...just relax! don't be afraid of me!...everything is alright!....just calm down!...it's just the matter of superimposition of particles or to be more precise...just the wrong interpretation of rightly arranged atoms or maybe the right way to track the neurons amidst the wrong way! if not mine than for sure of somebody else...you the thought are!!...not you i'm talking about but it's the second you, you might have never seen! human mind can think of anything which you can't even think of...but actually you can go through it...so may you think! Hey! Stop, don't drink orange juice...shut the door....clean the corner of that slab...why are you having so much salt in your tea....these are just random things but for whom? yes! exactly you've already experienced all these things. similarly you are not my thought cause "you are"...not cause i often think about that 21st alphabet but because some pre...