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The Beginning

It had been on my mind for quite sometime now, to start blogging but I guess out of hesitance and reluctance (amongst many reasons unknown) this thing had been left unattended to. Sitting comfortably in my room and grudging about the weather my thoughts ponder to 'life'.
Life, changes its course many times throughout the year. It would be at its best, offering joy and happiness; success and achievements; friends and laughter. We are so enthralled by it that we continue to take things for going in our favor every time. But occasionally life may not be the same as you had hoped for and most of the times you even don't have control over these things and then at times like these we feel dejected and give up on things easily. A slight glitch makes us to think that we are unfortunate!
Life can be blissful if we understand that its neither completely abstract nor fully absolute. It's rather a unique composition imbued with soft and shrill tones. It would be so much better if we gracefully accept disjointed facets as smoothly as we accept the fine one's to recreate puzzle called life.
PS- I learnt today writing 1 time is far greater than reading 100 times :D

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