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Introverts have the power to rise up against the Illogical World. His pen was still active. It was 2 Am. He was trying to write an epic by the ink of his tears. He shed an ocean of tears to let go of all water he might have on many occasions in the future. But is it really a curse to being an introvert? To be an emotional person? To show empathy to others? Deep Silence & Oceans of Tears The reality was beyond the imagination. He was a child by his heart and mind. He was like the mud. Many people came to his life to mold him according to their black intentions and he accepted their pressure. He mold himself according to others. But Everyone has different choices and points of view. Many people contributed to his life but he was blank Inside. Because he was not growing naturally but in pressure. He tried his best to serve society but people judged him many times and broke him inside and outside. People show sympathy for physically broken people but what they d...
#आखिरी फोन का इंतजार सर्द के मौसम की शुरूआत हो चुकी थी , निरंतर बढ़ती ठंडी के कारण सुबह की धूप भाने लगी थी ।इस ठंढ़ की कपकपाहट में भी मेरी इश्क पनपती जा रही थी ।सुबह से शाम और रात का दो पहर गुजरना मुश्किल बनता जा रहा था ।एक चाय और सुबह की धूप की तरह उनकी लत लगती ही जा रही थी । जबतक उनसे बात ना हो , रात ढलती ही ना थी रातों के तीन पहर में ही , मानो कई एहसास सूली पर चढ़ती रहती ।बस ... अब उनसे बातें करना चाय पीने के बराबर होने लगी ।सुबह , शाम ..बस इंतज़ार करते रहना कब फोन की घण्टी बज उठे ।सुबह की सर्द भरी मौसम में मानो जैसे .... शरीर की गरमाहट बस उनके गर्माहट भरी बातों से ही होने लगी , मीठी - सी - आवाज ,चुपचाप सुनते रहना , कोई प्रतिउत्तर ना देने पर ..."सुन रहे हो ना" का सवाल मानों आज भी यहीं कहीं गूँज रही हो जो बार - बार कानों को उस ओर खींचती है ।वह हर दिन एक सवाल बड़े ही सादगी से कर लिया करती थी - " कछू बोला भी करो जी , कहीं कोनो और निक त न लग गइल"।और जबाब में इतना कह जाय करता था - "बस, तोहरा क कोई निक लग जाई तो बताई देना" ।चाय और ये बात करने की लत ...
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