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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

Marks

A mark at the corner..
Words from a loner.
An imaginary kiss from a goner..
Glimpses of childhood.
A sketch on the stone wall..
Gripping you from a steady fall.
The broken call..
A known voice seeps in.
Wounded knee oozing pain..
The running past a haunted lane.
The warmth the ease..
A jumping trail and crowd galore.
A pat the spat..
A never ending look at that.
With life turning flat.
Mad yet glad..
At the ways we had.
Marks light up..
Carving pathways.
To keep walking until..
those marks stay buried..
Deep inside our souls.

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