From Version 1.0 to Version Infinity

( I am lucky to fail early.
I have upgraded my version to 2.0 and will keep updating to decease.
Come on Udita, set out to taste the glory of success now.
Failure is ... )

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A rainbow is anytime sexier than white light.

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Beloved S.K bhaiya,

Hello Swet Ketu bhaiya! You must have a smile on your face now having read your name spelled correctly. Keep this smile constant throughout this letter.

The breath of fresh air that gently kisses your cheeks on a tiresome evening ...

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This is awarded to 'Captain Vikram Kumar Singh' from the Indian Armed Forces for brilliantly transforming lives of 1 million veterans in his wheelchair.
Government Of India.

Hearing continuous claps and witnessing the smiling faces of his fellow handicapped veterans, wet were his eyes and heart ablazed with happiness.

Painted battlefields red, he now paints numerous dark lives with vivid colours.

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Jab mummy papa time se pahle ghar aa jaye aur tum kamre mein apni gf ke saath ho

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You are undeniably the best thing happened to me. You have chosen me over the milloin star dusts to fill my mother's warm cavity and helped me feel the brilliance of this world through the beats of my heart and flow of my blood. You have gifted me a beautiful group of people whose hands struggle to see the dimple of my face and whose eyes speak of love deeper than the deepest holes. You have taken me though fake friendships, abusive relationship, the complications of science and technology and true bondings only to make me realise that a rainbow is anytime sexier than white light. I've felt lost and empty. You have ripped off the meaning of my existence. But dearest I admit it today that you always had better plans for me. I'm fixing my pieces bit by bit to create an enduring story of us. And when I relive the chapters that I've read, I realise it was important. It was important to make our love story stonger with each setting sunset.

Hoping to embrace whatever you bring to me and make more of your friends happier. I may be sometimes irritating to you but I promise to not give up on you so easily.

With love,
Kakuli

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In the heart of the city with noisy parties, busy bazaars, tainted air and criminal faces lie 'The Baha i's Temple'.
Hunderds of chairs, few occupied, no noise
Chirping from the heaven echoing in the hall through the Great Nine-pointed Star above you
Turbans, beautiful burqas, colourful saris and simple t-shirts with trousers all can be spotted
Temple speaking the language of solar power and people speaking the language of silence
Capturing moments with the stillness of soul instead of the flash of technology
The twenty-seven marble-clad petals preserving its elegance and the nine ponds on the nine sides reflecting its immortality
This is the 'Lotus Temple of Delhi' where all religions meet, all mankind meet
Undeniably, it breathes life into one & all.

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Love doesn't stay where
The foundation of it was an overflow of baseless romantic emotions
The fire of chemistry overshadows the concept of compatibility
It becomes the only purpose of one's life
Attachment leaves no room for self development
One is deceived into believing self respect as negative ego
Your insecurities shatter the trust that you have built together
You give up on solving the existing misunderstandings
Sacrifice is expected of the other
The respect for your love is ostensible
You choose to speak of pleasing lies
Blame is welcomed as an honorific guest
Abuse consumes you mentally
Everytime your happiness is a responsiblity of theirs
Unrealistic expectations finds its space to grow
Arguments make you weaker
You start convincing yourself into believing that you have 'not' fallen out of love
Silence triumphs 'The last conversation'.

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The quiet night brings with it myriad voices conversating in one's mind
It showers dynamic thoughts like the twinkle of the million stars
The veneer of the cresent moon night plays the flashback of its pitch dark past
It adds time and reminds to never stop like the unweary travelling air
The night stays quiet for the ones who lose themselves in the world of pages
The night stays quiet for the zestful ladies and gentlemen to transmute the raw material of their thoughts into deathless art
It stays quiet for us to hear the unheard people around us
Its stillness hides within numerous tales of the square lit windows seen from the glass pane
The tick of the big wall clock gets heard in the crowd of the running masses

And then,
The empty hallways, the empty staircases and the empty streets vacates our restlessness for an insightful introspection.

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