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July 24, 2013
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थक गया हूँ दोस्त

When I came across you, I got a whiff of fresh air. I thought that I would come out of this suffocation. But why should have I burdened your tender, supple, delicate self with my expectations.
Again one more expectation crept in surreptitiously. The expectations I am trying to avoid for so long. It appears I have to fight with it for very long.
I am always fighting and struggling with myself. And I am tired of this perennial fight and struggle with myself.
Let me run through and pass through life hurriedly. Let me engross myself deeply into daily rigours of life.
Let me go back into that imaginary sphere in which I had prisoned myself and never try to come out of it.

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