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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...

Feel The Rhythm

A songs comes and goes .
Feel the rhythm on your toes..
As an unknown cult taps into..
Do you know it ?
Not too sure..
When lyrics start humming through your nose..
Fingers trickle snapping back at you..
Avoiding the music..
Hide through the doors..
But still finds its way with back flip on the floor..
Swerving to one side..
Knocking down the waves…
Chasing by amaze..
Dancing into the haze..
The lighted corridors clapping for more..
Letting down your hair..
As your steps gracefully break the chair..
Slaying while you groove..
Acing your every single move..
Landing right back to the arms of a warm affair..
That which is a door knob to be fair.
You bow down finally to drive back..
Sizzling hot as sweat drips sliding on your glare..
A blurred reflection in the rareview..
Somehow a smile as you stare.

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