when the presence is like thunderstorm , the absence prevail deep dark silence.

I have my own stories. A few are known and some untold. Be a tragic one or a comedy one, stories are meant to end at a certain point. Stories... teach us whether we are the option or we are comparing.

Its best to live imperfectly happy living a life of your own choice than to imitate someone else and be a plastic doll.

some stories are sudden like an inhale, some are overcoming like the tides, some, we name mistake, some are called lessons. Stories...tragic, romantic, comedy. We make them, they make us .

I Think and think... And more thoughts line up to get processed.

Emotion... a weird sense of human....strong handling make us numb....loose handling make us dumb...

even after every emotional accident , the show must go on.