What Happen If?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">What happens when occurrences in your life, one after the other, do nothing but confirm, more and more, that you were, are, and in fact always will be, an outsider. What's worse, is when you find out that you're on this side of the glass window, somehow still intact but probably on the verge of shattering, only because of your naivety and sheer innocence. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s1600/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s400/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or maybe it's just a skill you acquired somewhere along the way, of blindfolding yourself with an invisible emotion every time you thought something was coming at you, that didn't quite fit, or the time for which wasn't quite right, or it wasn't quite as bearable as it should have been. Quite. Quite foolish you'd have to be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s1600/silence1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s320/silence1.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you're in love, you're supposed to be a fool. Why? Because it isn't reality. It's a fantasy. One that was created as per your own convenience, and composed of your little, fragmented obsessions at the time. But nobody ever talks about how foolish, and vile life itself can be. How foolish you could be while undergoing the process of 'growing up.' But sometimes the process stagnates. And you feel like you'll never learn. Like how many times could you possibly suffer, until the suffering teaches you a lesson. Like how much could you possibly endure, until the last vein connecting your heart to your brain is yanked out. Limitless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s1600/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s400/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'd stay a little while longer, if only I could be assured that this time, or the next time, or the one after that, will not end in tears and severe reconciliation of not just the surface skimming factors, but of the soul. I'd stay a little while longer, if only the truth was told to my face, and with a trust I couldn't look away from. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s1600/Website-Trust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s400/Website-Trust.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's like it was said in one of my most favorite movies, of all time. Every time we look back at something we're having a hard time recuperating from, we're probably only looking at the good stuff. The next time you look, look a bit more carefully. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s1600/next.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s400/next.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I said, I'd stay a little while longer. But that's only if I thought there was something more this place had to offer me. If only it hadn't taken and given to me everything that could have possibly been taken or given. If only my life could turn out the way it had to in the duration of my favorite movie, not necessarily with the same script. If only I could sit here all day, not bother about frivolities that take up my vision, touch and taste, and watch this movie, some brain waves intact. Some nourishment intact. And then... Summer. And soon. Autumn. Throw in a certain Monsoon will you. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s1600/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s400/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"The scars of your love remind me of us </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>They keep me thinking that we almost had it all </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The scars of your love they leave me breathless </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I can’t help feeling..."- Adele </b></i></div></div>

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A winter's tale

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: white;"><br /></div><div style="color: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">A year without a winter is like a rose without thorns, impossible. It first signals it arrival with the advent of autumn when yellow leaves fall on the ground from weak and helpless trees.</span></div><div style="color: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">Then a time comes when there isn't a single leaf on a tree,  just white snow. It is a time of despair for the unsheltered, unclothed and hungry. Walking on the cold ground with chilly winds blowing in your face is like inviting the angel of death towards you.</span></div><div style="color: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">Perhaps sometimes its useless to fight with that which is bound to come once in a while in everyone’s life. No matter how strong a man may be, he still has to wait for spring to come to feel the warmth, the life and the strength within the soul. Only then will he realize the blessing of happiness which enriches the mind and glows the face and makes one ready to face the winter again…..</span></div><div style="color: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">Hope like the gleaming tapers light, Adorns and cheers our way, And still as darker grows the night, emits a brighter day….    </span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;"> </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">                 </span></div><div style="color: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt;">  — Oliver Goldsmith</span></div></div>

A winter's tale

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