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The Pastoral Monochrome

Ya it's a paradox perhaps the biggest paradox of the present situation..Yes that's what is like..>Everything that we do. We perform or even try to imitate is monotonous..Somehow everybody lacks the individuality…Somehow we all are no longer individual somewhere the creative sphere of the temple has fallen to ruins…

The most important philosophy of the over all aspect of life..is that may be we all are there existing but still we are no longer the same old individuals who are colourful or vivacious…we do what everybody does…We even fall in love as it is a trend but then where is all the passion all the emotion..All the pent up demand for appraisal of something original..Well no its not as simple as this..It is very sad that we have all changed…Or may be I am the one who has changed as I see all this and no one sees this..When disorder is the order of the day then the fair is foul and the foul the fair….

I still feel those days of teenage were far more bright far more sunny…than those I have now..Somehow after my ICSE the things have not only changed but the worst part it that it has changed beyond recognisition…I still feel the same way..I still trust the same stuff. I still worship the same people the same things but the world has changed and this is what stains my bed sheets with tears every dark night..Its utterly foolish on my part to waste time to even bother to care but…

I do not know what this is….May be a hallucination in my dreams..May be a false thought..May be an Illusion…well may be what I feel is that was all those bright days the happy times illusion too..Well I dare not enquire..So let me feel..Let me understand the same warmth…Well may be I would..May be the pressure is taking a too heavy toll on me..Need 'nap…

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