A response from the soul when I throw in deep questions. Freedom has been achieved, all that remains is the fear. To exercise this freedom, fear is a block. Much pain has followed and troubled the soul since very long. Now the muscles beg to be better. They beg to be used. Metal compartments moving rhythmically, and things happening like that. When these things matter, they should matter like that. A fear of forgetting, of not being possessed. Can the thing be done? It can be along with the mundane things. A balance between the calling and the mundane. A balance like never before. Katana has to be pulled and arranged to the best level. One can shift between cultures and find his self. The mistakes must be corrected, and one knows how. Culture shocks are culture shocks and one can only judge other cultures according to their culture.
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Jay thrashed his fingers across the strings of his bass guitar, the basis notes reverberating through the dimly lit club. The cr...
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Is life beautiful? Well it depends. Is the world beautiful? Again, it depends. The earth though is beautiful and there is no doubt about tha...
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He saw his result and closed his eyes. He felt like his head is swirling around in circles. He had never expected that from himself but now ...
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