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A Love Story? – Chapter Twenty Four
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Pen and Ink Sketches. Poetry. Fiction. Life Musings.
Sketches By Nitesh 
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Another thought provoking post, nice job
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Well I tried my best. That’s all we can actually do. ☺
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If I didn’t know better I would think you were a person I think I know and know that I love.
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If you knew better, you’ll hate me?? 🙂🙂
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No, I love this person but he thinks like Atul or you. Are you Atul or still all three
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See, I only write what I know. I’ve said it many times, whatever words I give to my characters, they are my stream of consciousness.
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It’s like Atul’s wife in the story, she accepts what she cannot change.
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I believe that is the only way to move forward, though it shouldn’t mean that we forget our past. After all, our scars are what define us.
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Can’t forget, that is the problem
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Though it necessarily doens’t have to be. As I’ve wrote once, we are defined by our choices, not chances. The things that did happened, they were chance, what we learn from them and how we evolve from them, that is what we chose to become by not forgetting them, that is how I believe we become better human. Not man or woman, but a better person.
We should never forget.
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That’s a lot easier said than done. And just how does it make you better?
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I can give you my example, I don’t know about others, I respect everyone’s opinion, even if it’s something I do not want to hear. I do that because in my childhood, no one cared for my opinion. That is just one example, there are hundreds I can tell you. 🙂
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Had the same type of childhood as far as that’s concerned. You think that’s why you chose to write? So people would finally listen?
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Well, I might sound rude. Oh whatever, I always sound rude. 🙂
I do not write so that anyone listens. I write because that is the only way I can make sense of the chaos I see around me, I write because mundane things do not excite me anymore. After all, I’m sharing my most troubled memories, I’m not doing that so someone will symphatize, I do not need that anymore. I write because pages don’t judge. I write because these words make sense. Atleast to me. 🙂
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I like that. Honesty. It’s what I prefer to read. You don’t always sound rude😉
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But I do, sometimes. 🙂🙂
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That’s ok, comes with being honest.
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Though it’s sad, isn’t it?? 🙂
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Depends on how you look at it. Being honest is still best I think.
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I agree. I’m just saying in a more generic way.
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One of my problems, again, I don’t usually beat around the bush
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Well, I guess that is why you and I talk in comments, I say it as it is.
There is no need for sugarcoating, you know, diabetes is quite a pandemic. 🙂
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😂
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