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The Parody Of Loss........


Its quite amazing to extro-spect and I must admit that its not very easy to either ...The life grows thick and strong with experience...Wins the heart with all its glories and wets you down to the very core with its darker side yet at the end of it all Life's good... I must admit that though i am a very insignificant person in the conglomeration of humanity yet the insignia of being what I am is a feeling of its own...No matter what they think of you or feel but there is always somebody for you...Laughing at your every smile and crying at your every tear... I do not know why I am lucky or may be why I am not but I do know that may be I am correct... The game that I had playing with life was a hard one but the results reads a gallant loser for some and a LOSER for others...but then again I forgot the pawn in life is not a possession of the gamer but of the game itself...I mean the pawn fighting it out here is also the pawn that someone else is fighting for... Victory does not always lie in winning but also sometimes in being won over .That life plays tricks is obvious and its not just the fiction that I am amazed of yet may be I cry and still ponder about those moments but in the elucidation of it all-------------------------------I win.. See again my narrow mind got infringed within victory and defeat but may be I am not that broad...Not that experienced to face it all.. Its crude of me...May be to classify stuff on this lines...But its true that I love being loved and also loving... Enough now....Rock On.....SPREAD LOVE!!

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