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Hang on!

As the wise would say "Hang on"; hang on for a little longer and the pain would subside. I've been living by it all those years. I foresee a lull and once it’s there, I strengthen my grip in spite of the excruciating pain. Its mind boggling and it drives me nuts but I have no option than to cling my jaws and tolerate. Soon after, I am delighted to see the back of it and assume that I'd never have to see it again. Yes, the wise were right to predict that it would certainly pass, but with that creeps in a feeling of happiness to never experience an agonizing thing of the past. But it comes over and over, again and again, with a stronger current and intensity, with a momentum that could blow you to bits. I am always taken by a surprise when I experience it yet again. And it makes me think, "Is it wise to believe that the surpassing blue moments don’t ever repeat?" I have experimented with a multitude of strategies but most of them failed until eureka happened to me. Nevertheless, the fearful thoughts don’t bog me down anymore because I am always prepared; always a stride ahead to take the blow on my chest. Yes, I am no more scared of exams!!! And neither do I believe that seeing the back of one won't make me bump into it again at a different intersection in life. As they say too, “Cometh the hour, cometh the man!”

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Anonymous said…
Quite a twist in the tale! ;)
VaruN said…
Yeah, this was an impromptu writeup. A sudden flow of an idea.

PS: You have the option to leave your name with the comment (in case u weren't aware). That helps me figure out whom it came from!

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