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Our memories are stored as images in our grey cells in the brain. |
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Time and again, I could not forget that day when I left the place emotionally disturbed and heart-broken. Life made me learn my lessons in the hard way. Every moment turned to be so painful for people never had second thoughts of hurting my little heart. Somehow or other he made me feel my worth and believe I had something to cherish and feel proud. Yet, the world judged me with my appearance. Thin, unimpressive, so feeble in conversation, I am always at loss. Only people who were close to me understood my credentials and appreciated me. Still, I am waiting for a day to unwind my depressed heart and let the world know who I am. He made me write my heart out in stories, and poems. He never had a chance to know how he influenced me and made me write more and more. It is as if some magical force invoked my hidden muse and brought out my writing potentials. But a day came for that to end. Sudden turn of events made me quit from that place. The reason is shocking realization of me - days I have been cheated and taken for granted. When I could understand how tangled my life was, there was surge of hormonal imbalance. That day when I lost all my creativity and failed so badly brought in the shocking twist, I am not a winner but a loser at all levels. |
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