Breaking Bonds

The biggest star is lighting up the immense sky with its shining colour this morning, even though it is winter…

And, moreover, the sunlight pass through my window brighten up my bedroom…

I am listening to music, but in the background, I can hear the sound of a gusty wind blowing the branches of a big tree, too.

I turn off the mp3 player and that sound becomes stronger… I close my eyes letting myself getting immersed in the noise that has turned, somehow, into music to my ears.

And, I can feel it… I can feel the strong breeze shaking my body like if I were that tree, making myself trembling of happiness, making me feel alive.

I know that once I open my eyes four walls will be surrounding me… however, I am still daydreaming and I fancy being that tree that is at a short distance… I want to be like that tree… so firm, facing the adversities… Sensing the blast, feeling the sunshine.

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Sorry?

Well, I was watching a drama couple of days ago and a leading character said ” if sorry was enough there won’t be laws and jails” and that got me thinking about this teeny tiny 5 letter word.

S-O-R-R-Y sorry a simple word used to express your guilt of doing something wrong. Well that’s the definition I found on the internet but if sorry actually has enough to express that you are guilt of breaking someone’s heart or maybe it just works when you have accidentally dashed into someone…
Our parents teach us to say sorry every time we do something wrong… Our teacher teaches us to say sorry when we have made a mistake… People even say sorry when they burp, because that’s good manners! A little word expressing so many things but is it just enough?

Is it OK to say sorry and move on or Is it mandatory to make it up? I surely would like it if someone who broke my heart would make it up instead of just saying sorry…
So here’s my questions if you don’t already know it – do you expect your heart breaker to make it up to you or is sorry enough?

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Is the social structure boon or curse

Right from the age I have known to analyze things without just agreeing to what parents say, I have had all these questions in my mind, I guess so; is for others.

The social structure acknowledges a man for his deeds only if he follows certain protocols which have been defined by our forefathers though only some of them has a real benefit to society.

Our society says get married with only one and live till the end .
It is the responsibility of man to take care of his wife and children .

Could u share some of the restrictions imposed by society directly or indirectly ?

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I dont love her

She says she loves me. She watches me, not stalking on me. She urges me to love her again. She is my ex. I was an option to her. I refuse to be an option any further. Never again will she choose if she wants me nor I choose if I’ll date her. I AM DONE with her. She sends me love letters. She says she’ll cut again. I cant do this with her. I want to die. I don’t want to play cat and mouse. I can’t do this. I cry at night. she doesn’t listen. I’m done with her. DONE. she needs to move on. How can I tell her? please help me with this. I don’t wanna hurt her. but I want her to stop. How do I do this? Please help?

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My first story in English

In the middle of the night, Tony was looking towards Lee while he was shaving his arm. He said: ”I see”. Louis looked at him in depression “what are you doing here?”. Louis said as he was pointing at him. “I’m spying on Lee” Tony said as he was lying on the ground. “You are pathetic!” Louis said as he shouted at him: “you were spying on your sister all the time wasting my time, and now you are spying on Lee! Why? Do you like his white hair?”. “It’s not your business” Tony said and to cut a long conversation they got into a fight, and suddenly, the elderly man showed up. “I see X too” The elderly man said. “Who the hell are you, ha?”, Louis said as he was pointing at him.

Of course this did not surprise the elderly man. He knew that this would probably be his reaction to an elderly poor strange man who has struggled a lot to find a home for himself. Then, the elderly man said “it was a horrible day to me, don’t make it worse. Once upon a time I …” suddenly, there was a strong storm and their conversation was lost in the wind. Tony said later on, after his voice became clear again: ” That’s what is X about”. The elderly man fainted into Louis’s arms. Louis carried him like a baby and said “what a poor guy”. Tony said “throw him into the floor”. Louis said “yes master”. A few days later, Tony and Louis were spying together on Lee near his house watching from the window. Tony thought: ” I know he is hiding something”. Louis thought, “why am I wasting my time here. Why?” Later, Lee got out of his house looking for someone to meet. He was calling on the phone and said “where are you?” Tony didn’t realize that Lee was talking to someone on the phone. He was frightened and his face went pale. On the other hand, Louis knew what was going on and he was laughing at Tony.

Later on, the elderly man woke up. He tried to get up, and a hand took his arm to help him. He looked at him. It was Lee. He said “How can I help you?” The elderly man said: “thanks”. Then, Lee disappeared. The elderly man walked across the street. It started to snow. On the other side of the street, there were Tony and Louis. They were walking until they reached their home. There was a noisy sound coming from their house. When Tony opened the door with his key, he saw a woman with yellow hair playing Minecraft on his computer. Tony was shocked. The woman didn’t notice them because she was screaming while she was playing. Tony said “who are you?” She then ran out of the back door of the house in no time. Tony shut down the computer then lied on the couch and Louis lied in his bed. They then both fell asleep. Tony likes sleeping on the couch for some reason.

However, Tony and Louis left the back door open. It was in the middle of the night. In the meantime, in the other place, Ana was playing Minecraft on the computer she shared with her sister. Her sister was waiting for her to finish. Her name was Nina. She was that woman with yellow hair who escaped from Tony’s house. In the next morning, the two sisters started to fight with each other in the garden. “Stop it!” a voice said behind them. It was Jen. “The two sisters fighting with each other as usual. What a shame!” Three days before, Jen was having a fight with his brother. Both of them were running blood. His brother was kasoia. Back to the present, Nina and Ana continued fighting. At the same time, Lars was washing dishes in Mashima’s home. He never complained about his work. He was satisfied. He was singing the song that he sang so often. “Am I evil? Yes I am.” However, someone was in the same room and he heard him whistling and singing to himself. After that, no one knew what happened to Lars. Lars is now a dead man. Was he a true man? Some people say that he didn’t die because of his bad singing. He died because the author wanted him to die, but other people say that be didn’t find love, so he committed suicide. This is the end of the midnight story; more stories will be written soon!

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“A FACE ON THE WALL”

Among the strangers was a little man, who turned towards me and asked:
” Have you ever had an unusual experience?”
And I promptly answered, ” Yes, indeed. It was the most strange experience I’ve ever had.”
The others looked curious about my “experience”, and begged me to elaborate it.
I coughed once to clear my throat and began.
” A few days ago, I had just shifted here, Springfield, in a sort of broken down apartment.” And they nodded with abundant interest.

I continued, ” There are three extraordinary and remarkable things about my story. When I’d moved there, to my astonishment, there appeared to be a face on the wall seemed to glare at me .” They frowned, surprised as well. I was savouring the moment.

“Strangely, I instantly recognized the face as my pal, my chap, Jeffery Woods. He’d left contact with me a long time ago, perhaps he was dead. I tried to phone him, and then….”, I stopped.

“…and then?”, the men gasped. I thought for a moment and continued.
“…and then I was reported that he had, indeed, passed away a few months ago. This frightened me to the maximum and I had a bad attack of influenza. The face still stared at me with hollow eyes. And a few hours later, it faded away. It was as if the face , my late-friend, was determined to inform me of his death. Isn’t it extraordinary?”, I waited for their reply.

“Yes, it is!”, one of them answered.
“But,” asked another, ” what are the three unusual things there?”

I prepared myself to give away the secret. Yes, it was time.

“First thing: There was a face embedded on the wall.
Second: I knew the face and it informed me of the death.”, I stopped short and rose up to leave the room of the hotel I was in.

They held my hand, ” And the third?”, they said.

(#PLOT TWIST)
“The third, is that I just made up the story half an hour ago. You’re fooled. Goodbye!”
And then I fled.

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Tomorrow is where death awaits

So, Who is it? Who is it? Its MarC The Great! I’m back Oh yeah! So tomorrow is the day I die. What would you do if you were to die tomorrow? If you are a student, would you take a leave from the school or university? If you have a job, will you take a leave from it too? To make it best day ? I began questioning again. I bet most of us would try to run from the usual chores that we used to have. The chores that we consider boring and exhausting (most of the people). After all, we don’t want to be bounded by work on the last day. The best (in my opinion) we could do is to thank our parents for the unconditional love, thank all the people who really shaped our life, donate all the wealth to the poor and needy (I have 10 rupees), recollect all the good memories and even bad memories after all, bad memories too shaped our life (in my opinion). And good memories are the one which brings satisfaction and smile to my face (The Great smile!). Last but not the least we should embrace death with no regrets. Ah! we need time for doing all of this ! So that’s why we need to take a leave from the usual chores? That’s a possible explanation. If it was me I would go to various types of restaurants. Taste every dish and I would spend the rest of the day having loose motion 😛 Loose motion before death, now who would want that? That’s why I’m great. Anyway what would you do? But “Tomorrow is where death awaits” doesn’t mean that we know when that tomorrow is coming. Would we? What’s the best we could do? I’ll give an answer to that. “Stop complaining about your life. Live your life to the fullest”. Great words right? Most probably someone else already said it. Like the incident with Helen Keller and her book “The Frost king”. Poor girl.

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ALONE

Have you ever seen ALONE written on anybody’s / yours dp or accessories or journal or vehicles etc etc if the answer is yes please read on…

I sincerely want to know who started this trend of scribbling ALONE anywhere and everywhere just because you have recently broken up or had a fight or maybe something similar to that. Who was that insensitive moron?

Now, I don’t have any personal problem with people who are sad, but isn’t it just hippocracy to write ALONE and get 60 likes? And the term itself is wrong, cause its not sad or depressing to be ALONE. People are (hopefully) alone when bathing! Its sad and depressing when a person is isolated or lonely, its sad when someone don’t have a shoulder to lean on.. These are the people who actually needs others not the one posting ALONE.

So, I request everyone who has ever posted ALONE, that if you think you are alone go out there and give your precious company to someone who is lonely you won’t regret it.

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