Random Musing
I wrote once , life is but a handful of sand , Each minute it slipped from my hand . But the intensity of this slip from the grip in true sense came as a recent experience. The thing called Life is transitory, fragile short. This realisation constructed a new perception, that could be coded as practicality, and which means live life in every bit of it for those who mean most to you . We never know when there is no overleaf and story remains unfinished. Therefore, Mind it , do not spend yourself in constructing an airy castle that will never turn real. Instead, Build every brick as a complete monument in itself.
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