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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...

Struggle

Struggle is a juggle when you lose sight of what you are seeking

Struggle is a juggle when hearts are pounding

Struggle is a juggle when the carts are leaving

Struggle is a juggle when you really don't know why things are happening

It's like you did something real wrong

Or you plucked the wrong string in your guitar and picked the wrong song

Struggle is a juggle when you cry and someone asks why you don't try

Struggle is a juggle when you look at everyone else and find them smiling

Struggle is a juggle when you are alone

It's like you are always finding an excuse to be all by yourself

Or you talk to people who are not even there but you desperately just want them

Struggle is a boat that sinks 

Struggle is a fart that stinks

Struggle is a tornado with no one but a broken tree that survived

Struggle is a wave that doesn't wait for shells to just float on the surface

Struggle is the pen that leaks ink

Struggle is the den that is darker than minds can think

Struggle is the hand that doesn't want holding 

Struggle is the shoulder that shakes off the pitiful cold attempts

Struggle is the looking into the eye that talks sorrow that will come again tomorrow..

Struggle is the one who wants to let go

Struggle is the one who has an oozy toe

Struggle isn't over

Until ashes are flying all over..





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