#review #musing #everyone
I walked beside him looking at our feet match the steps. He put his arm around me pulling me closer and I slipped my hand around his waist.
We walked a while, maybe a mile with comfortable silences and warm words.
I woke up then, wishing to be woken up by him instead of a dream.
#rajkumari
I walked beside him looking at our feet match the steps. He put his arm around me pulling me closer and I slipped my hand around his waist.
We walked a while, maybe a mile with comfortable silences and warm words.
I woke up then, wishing to be woken up by him instead of a dream.
#rajkumari
#review #salonikulkarni
[Untitled]
And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
[Untitled]
And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
Persephone-1
Where would you take me to--
Beneath the dark Earth, or
Inside your dead heart!?
I'm not a prophet girl;
Just a playful meadow lover
Don't serve me an apple from Olympus;
Don't let me sit
on the crown of immortals,
for I'm the maiden-of-spring
Just hold me with love and
whisper the life of dignity
But I can't make my Mama cry,
Nor can I let our tale-- be a myth
Don't know where I belong--
Demeter's meadow, or
the death-throne.........
#review
Where would you take me to--
Beneath the dark Earth, or
Inside your dead heart!?
I'm not a prophet girl;
Just a playful meadow lover
Don't serve me an apple from Olympus;
Don't let me sit
on the crown of immortals,
for I'm the maiden-of-spring
Just hold me with love and
whisper the life of dignity
But I can't make my Mama cry,
Nor can I let our tale-- be a myth
Don't know where I belong--
Demeter's meadow, or
the death-throne.........
#review
#short_story
#kr
#review
#everyone
The Price is Paid
Part 2
Hell is here, knocking on the door.
Slide it open and hear it roar.
Brace yourselves, for it's loud and strong;
It's here to stay for very long.
The winter days in Forkale introduce lots of rains and savage winds. The fireplace in Koron's and Saron's house is crackling with fiery timbers, yet Saron is complaining about the cold and how harsh it's getting these days.
"The last winter felt much better," she says, rubbing her hands together. She sits in a cozy armchair about the hearth as Koron pours his darling a mug of hot milk, which he has purchased earlier in the day after he finished working on a car at the garage.
Everyone in the city is somber about the coolness of the winter this year; it's worse than the last.
Koron is a brilliant mechanic who loves his job, although his job contributes small to his pocket, and Saron is a housewife who takes care of the house. Housewives are uncommon in Forkale, but childless people are rare. They have been man and wife for almost four years now, their community knows them well, and they're struggling to become what the city expects of them. Saron wishes if they never lived in this city. She is a housewife who doesn't have a child in four years of marriage; in Forkale, it doesn't get any worse.
Their house has a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The kitchen is part of the sitting room, and Koron is having a hard time, watching his wife freezing--even when she's sucking on the warmth of the flames.
"I know, I know," he says, caring as ever. "This mug will fix you up." He walks across the room, hands her a mug, and drags an armchair to sit beside her.
"This is getting worse," she says. Sips from her mug.
Gazing at the ripples of the fire, he lets out a helpless sigh. He doesn't know how to make it better for her, but tries to think of something. "Why don't you... why don't you warm yourself up all day tomorrow? And you can also--"
"I'm not talking about the cold, Koron," she says, "I'm talking about Thursday."
He thinks hard, but he has no idea what Thursday has got to do with anything. "What about Thursday, love?"
She drinks some more and turns to meet his eyes. "It's our anniversary. This is getting bad, Koron, we're trying and trying but we're hopeless." A trickle of tear springs and travels down her cheek. "I can't live like this anymore."
Neither can he. People at work gifts him with all kinds of hideous comments about his wife, about what she can't give--babies and she's "a lazy bastard who sleeps and eats all day." Fighting for her is his instinct, his second nature, but how can he fight a whole community for her. He is alone in the fight as much as she is.
"...and moving to another city is not a choice for us. Even if we want to, selling this stupid house won't give us a new start--other cities are expensive. And your job can only give so much." He sees her face and the tumult occurring there, but as much as he wants to give her hope in everything, he has nothing to say. He admits that she's right, that they're living in their own little hell, which no one bothers to drop by.
"...maybe... honey, I know you might not like this idea, but... just please say yes."
"I can't say yes to suicide," he jests.
She beams. "I love you." She reaches and kisses him.
"Talk to me. Do you have any plans, love?"
She takes his hand into hers and kisses it. She looks into his eyes. "Lolopi."
Looking away, he claims his hand back. "How can you even think that?"
She sets down her mug and kneels in front of him. "Look at me. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see." She forces his face to hers. "Just look."
#kr
#review
#everyone
The Price is Paid
Part 2
Hell is here, knocking on the door.
Slide it open and hear it roar.
Brace yourselves, for it's loud and strong;
It's here to stay for very long.
The winter days in Forkale introduce lots of rains and savage winds. The fireplace in Koron's and Saron's house is crackling with fiery timbers, yet Saron is complaining about the cold and how harsh it's getting these days.
"The last winter felt much better," she says, rubbing her hands together. She sits in a cozy armchair about the hearth as Koron pours his darling a mug of hot milk, which he has purchased earlier in the day after he finished working on a car at the garage.
Everyone in the city is somber about the coolness of the winter this year; it's worse than the last.
Koron is a brilliant mechanic who loves his job, although his job contributes small to his pocket, and Saron is a housewife who takes care of the house. Housewives are uncommon in Forkale, but childless people are rare. They have been man and wife for almost four years now, their community knows them well, and they're struggling to become what the city expects of them. Saron wishes if they never lived in this city. She is a housewife who doesn't have a child in four years of marriage; in Forkale, it doesn't get any worse.
Their house has a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The kitchen is part of the sitting room, and Koron is having a hard time, watching his wife freezing--even when she's sucking on the warmth of the flames.
"I know, I know," he says, caring as ever. "This mug will fix you up." He walks across the room, hands her a mug, and drags an armchair to sit beside her.
"This is getting worse," she says. Sips from her mug.
Gazing at the ripples of the fire, he lets out a helpless sigh. He doesn't know how to make it better for her, but tries to think of something. "Why don't you... why don't you warm yourself up all day tomorrow? And you can also--"
"I'm not talking about the cold, Koron," she says, "I'm talking about Thursday."
He thinks hard, but he has no idea what Thursday has got to do with anything. "What about Thursday, love?"
She drinks some more and turns to meet his eyes. "It's our anniversary. This is getting bad, Koron, we're trying and trying but we're hopeless." A trickle of tear springs and travels down her cheek. "I can't live like this anymore."
Neither can he. People at work gifts him with all kinds of hideous comments about his wife, about what she can't give--babies and she's "a lazy bastard who sleeps and eats all day." Fighting for her is his instinct, his second nature, but how can he fight a whole community for her. He is alone in the fight as much as she is.
"...and moving to another city is not a choice for us. Even if we want to, selling this stupid house won't give us a new start--other cities are expensive. And your job can only give so much." He sees her face and the tumult occurring there, but as much as he wants to give her hope in everything, he has nothing to say. He admits that she's right, that they're living in their own little hell, which no one bothers to drop by.
"...maybe... honey, I know you might not like this idea, but... just please say yes."
"I can't say yes to suicide," he jests.
She beams. "I love you." She reaches and kisses him.
"Talk to me. Do you have any plans, love?"
She takes his hand into hers and kisses it. She looks into his eyes. "Lolopi."
Looking away, he claims his hand back. "How can you even think that?"
She sets down her mug and kneels in front of him. "Look at me. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see." She forces his face to hers. "Just look."
Don't go
I really want this to happen ,
I want to give you everything i have promised you ,
I know everything is going wrong ,
I know today life is not like we wished it to be ,
I know you are angry ,
I don't want you to leave , give me a chance to tell you how much you mean to me , I know we can fight this bad days together to earn the beautiful days of our life which we dreamed of ,
Yes i am selfish when it comes to you ,
Yes i am crazy when i see you ,
You are the only person seeing whom I smile even on my worst days ,
I can't promise that i would be perfect , i will not make mistakes , i will not tease you , but i can promise you that i will hold your hand forever , yes it is you whom i love the most in life ❤️
#review
I really want this to happen ,
I want to give you everything i have promised you ,
I know everything is going wrong ,
I know today life is not like we wished it to be ,
I know you are angry ,
I don't want you to leave , give me a chance to tell you how much you mean to me , I know we can fight this bad days together to earn the beautiful days of our life which we dreamed of ,
Yes i am selfish when it comes to you ,
Yes i am crazy when i see you ,
You are the only person seeing whom I smile even on my worst days ,
I can't promise that i would be perfect , i will not make mistakes , i will not tease you , but i can promise you that i will hold your hand forever , yes it is you whom i love the most in life ❤️
#review
#everyone #review #poetry
I'll live
Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart and will collapse on me, crushing me with every breath I leave. So I try holding my breath hoping to hold onto life for a little longer.
But, for what?
The world is already coming down.
What do I do holding onto life?
Why don't I just give up the control knowing that giving up control does not necessarily mean I lose but, be free. Not of life but the responsibilities that life burdened me with.
I know I would still live on even after I die. My remains would still be there because somebody's new world would flourish on the ashes of mine.
So I'll live.
In the fragrance of flowers, in the color of leaves, in the gush of wind, in the grains of sand, in the drops of rain, in the flakes of snow.
I'll live.
In the laughter of a child, in the tears of a bride, in the beads of an athlete's sweat, in the melody of someone's guitar.
I'll live.
In an army man's gun.
In the baker's fresh bun.
In a comedian's lame pun.
In a clown having fun.
I'll live.
In somebody's first kiss and the last.
In the present and the past.
In the books and the art.
In now and then.
In paper and pen.
I'll live.
Forever and never.
I'll live.
#rajkumari
I'll live
Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart and will collapse on me, crushing me with every breath I leave. So I try holding my breath hoping to hold onto life for a little longer.
But, for what?
The world is already coming down.
What do I do holding onto life?
Why don't I just give up the control knowing that giving up control does not necessarily mean I lose but, be free. Not of life but the responsibilities that life burdened me with.
I know I would still live on even after I die. My remains would still be there because somebody's new world would flourish on the ashes of mine.
So I'll live.
In the fragrance of flowers, in the color of leaves, in the gush of wind, in the grains of sand, in the drops of rain, in the flakes of snow.
I'll live.
In the laughter of a child, in the tears of a bride, in the beads of an athlete's sweat, in the melody of someone's guitar.
I'll live.
In an army man's gun.
In the baker's fresh bun.
In a comedian's lame pun.
In a clown having fun.
I'll live.
In somebody's first kiss and the last.
In the present and the past.
In the books and the art.
In now and then.
In paper and pen.
I'll live.
Forever and never.
I'll live.
#rajkumari
High on each other's eyes;
no touch, no words,
yet talking like
no one else can
Cloud of numbness over the head
going heavier
with every sip of
each other's pain
No one to care at all;
no one to take them home
Can't walk without the blessing
of the crowd,
for they might fall down
like
Bonnie and Clyde
#review
no touch, no words,
yet talking like
no one else can
Cloud of numbness over the head
going heavier
with every sip of
each other's pain
No one to care at all;
no one to take them home
Can't walk without the blessing
of the crowd,
for they might fall down
like
Bonnie and Clyde
#review
#review #everyone
Old souls
Sitting at the far end of that cafe I glanced around finding nobody but the empty chairs.
Twenty four chairs and twelve tables I counted. All empty. I found it funny how each table could only sit two people.
Don't groups of friends visit cafes anymore or had this cafe become a spot for people like me?
People like me, who sit alone at their favourite table sipping hot chocolate engrossed in a book.
Who enjoy the peace and calm of being alone.
Who want to shut out the world.
Who want to write their thoughts out.
Who want to enjoy their own company.
Who don't feel at home in their own home.
Who can't make friends because they're different.
They're different for they enjoy one to one conversations.
For they love to sit and talk for three hours straight.
For they read as much as they can and discuss what they read later.
For they love to recite poems and not filmy item numbers.
For they love the soft instrumental music and not rock or pop or jazz.
For they love to paint fantasies.
For they love to get to know you thoroughly and be your friend and not just an accompany you to the mall acquaintance.
The sound of a bell broke me from my spell and I looked up at the door to find a group of nine friends come in.
The old man behind the counter smiled like he hadn't seen such sight in years.
Placing their orders they turned to the tables and froze for a moment before two of them quickly joined four of the tables together and they all sat around them, giggling.
They talked, made jokes, teased each other, laughed and ate to their hearts content.
I couldn't help but notice how even the teasing and jokes emitted the vibes of absolute love that they all had for each other.
I noticed not one of them had taken out their cell phones. That made me smile.
They went away after a while.
Clearing the tables, the old man came to sit across me and smiled at me. He said, " You, young lady, and them, are the same you know that?
You all are ... "
" Old souls " I completed his sentence.
"Old souls of the new generation " he smiled going back to his counter leaving those four tables together as they were.
#rajkumari
Old souls
Sitting at the far end of that cafe I glanced around finding nobody but the empty chairs.
Twenty four chairs and twelve tables I counted. All empty. I found it funny how each table could only sit two people.
Don't groups of friends visit cafes anymore or had this cafe become a spot for people like me?
People like me, who sit alone at their favourite table sipping hot chocolate engrossed in a book.
Who enjoy the peace and calm of being alone.
Who want to shut out the world.
Who want to write their thoughts out.
Who want to enjoy their own company.
Who don't feel at home in their own home.
Who can't make friends because they're different.
They're different for they enjoy one to one conversations.
For they love to sit and talk for three hours straight.
For they read as much as they can and discuss what they read later.
For they love to recite poems and not filmy item numbers.
For they love the soft instrumental music and not rock or pop or jazz.
For they love to paint fantasies.
For they love to get to know you thoroughly and be your friend and not just an accompany you to the mall acquaintance.
The sound of a bell broke me from my spell and I looked up at the door to find a group of nine friends come in.
The old man behind the counter smiled like he hadn't seen such sight in years.
Placing their orders they turned to the tables and froze for a moment before two of them quickly joined four of the tables together and they all sat around them, giggling.
They talked, made jokes, teased each other, laughed and ate to their hearts content.
I couldn't help but notice how even the teasing and jokes emitted the vibes of absolute love that they all had for each other.
I noticed not one of them had taken out their cell phones. That made me smile.
They went away after a while.
Clearing the tables, the old man came to sit across me and smiled at me. He said, " You, young lady, and them, are the same you know that?
You all are ... "
" Old souls " I completed his sentence.
"Old souls of the new generation " he smiled going back to his counter leaving those four tables together as they were.
#rajkumari
Let the firmament be colorless
don't paint it with
the rainbow of Nirvana
or with the saffron of Moksha
Whether it is last or forever,
don't let it be green as well
We are all fallen from nowhere,
you can't claim;
you can't trace
Let's build ourselves up
as we're the dust of stars
Let's light up the sky
by singing a common prayer
#review
don't paint it with
the rainbow of Nirvana
or with the saffron of Moksha
Whether it is last or forever,
don't let it be green as well
We are all fallen from nowhere,
you can't claim;
you can't trace
Let's build ourselves up
as we're the dust of stars
Let's light up the sky
by singing a common prayer
#review
Broken dream.
What happens if the dream is broken?
Maybe it is severed to see the veracity.
Perhaps it was a twisted bird that came back in the crowd of the evening.
Like the death penalty is a born that is dead again.
It was a black cloud which hid after the rains.
As the peacock became gloomy after the rain.
#sima
#review
What happens if the dream is broken?
Maybe it is severed to see the veracity.
Perhaps it was a twisted bird that came back in the crowd of the evening.
Like the death penalty is a born that is dead again.
It was a black cloud which hid after the rains.
As the peacock became gloomy after the rain.
#sima
#review
writer block
I pull my heart out
Putting my rest of the feelings on pause
With hope, I close my eyes
A lesson for my "protesting Mind"
My ears on the ticktock
as I cut the supply of emotions
The Cruel Fate
it has to taste
I make it suffer
until it begs and ends the protest
#review
I pull my heart out
Putting my rest of the feelings on pause
With hope, I close my eyes
A lesson for my "protesting Mind"
My ears on the ticktock
as I cut the supply of emotions
The Cruel Fate
it has to taste
I make it suffer
until it begs and ends the protest
#review
Why i miss you soo much?
Every night i cant sleep thinking about what just happened to us , I lost the smile u gave me , I know that no one can replace you in my life , whenever i close my eyes i think of u and when i open them im just soo alone , I hate that i still miss u even after what u did too me but i hate it more because there is nothing i can do to it , I betrayed my best friend because of u , i cared soo much for u and in the end u showed why everyone one cannot be trusted in this world , Today i dont have my friends , sleep , smile , i just lost hope in life still i miss u soo much , i am an idiot that i think everything will get better after having u again in my life , iam soo stupid but i think this is what we call love ❤️
#review
Every night i cant sleep thinking about what just happened to us , I lost the smile u gave me , I know that no one can replace you in my life , whenever i close my eyes i think of u and when i open them im just soo alone , I hate that i still miss u even after what u did too me but i hate it more because there is nothing i can do to it , I betrayed my best friend because of u , i cared soo much for u and in the end u showed why everyone one cannot be trusted in this world , Today i dont have my friends , sleep , smile , i just lost hope in life still i miss u soo much , i am an idiot that i think everything will get better after having u again in my life , iam soo stupid but i think this is what we call love ❤️
#review
You had left me when the darkness arrived
Came again with the morning light
How could you be my lost Glow?
If you keep holding my hand like Shadow
#review
Came again with the morning light
How could you be my lost Glow?
If you keep holding my hand like Shadow
#review
Tere gam mai khud ko barbaad hi karne jaa raha tha ki mere yaar ne mujhe sambhal liye , andhera ho gaya tha zindagi mai mere dost ne mujhe sahi raasta dikha diya, tu toh choti choti baato par mujhse baat nahi karti thi vo toh bohot gussa tha mujhe par mujhe udaas dekhkar ek pal mai apni narazgi bhulakar mujhe hasane lag gaya tab saala samjha mujhe tujhse jyada mere dost ka sath hona maaayne rakhta hai zindagi mai , sharab ka nasha karne jaa raha tha par dosti mai jo nasha hai vo sharab mai kaha, jeene ki koi wajah nahi dikh rahi thi toh saala mere dost ka muskuraate hue dekhliye ...
Ye zindagi tere dosti ke naam kardi hai mere dost kyuki tu meri jaan se bhi jyada kimti hai ...
#review
Ye zindagi tere dosti ke naam kardi hai mere dost kyuki tu meri jaan se bhi jyada kimti hai ...
#review
#review #adult -ish
A peck here, and a kiss there.
A gasp from me, a sigh from you.
You craft a bruise on me, but it's a mark to you.
I slam my eyes shut seeking remembrance -what was it like to have that flare, where I bereaved the faintest gleam- to no avail.
Is it purity that you're after?
But... you don't chase cherubs to hell, do you, darling?
Against those cold bricks, you turned into a recess.
I've relinquished virtue's hand too soon, so I tripped into the squalid path.
Now, heave my naivety up to peak, then leave me to dive into a lethe.
I'll perform to your desire. After all, I barged you into this, into the scrapes of my soul.
So worry not, for you won't hear my cries or feel my scars, you will only hear the joy chriping out of my lips, and sense the earthquakes as they tell you I'm pleased.
#Draft
#Noob #everyone #prose
A peck here, and a kiss there.
A gasp from me, a sigh from you.
You craft a bruise on me, but it's a mark to you.
I slam my eyes shut seeking remembrance -what was it like to have that flare, where I bereaved the faintest gleam- to no avail.
Is it purity that you're after?
But... you don't chase cherubs to hell, do you, darling?
Against those cold bricks, you turned into a recess.
I've relinquished virtue's hand too soon, so I tripped into the squalid path.
Now, heave my naivety up to peak, then leave me to dive into a lethe.
I'll perform to your desire. After all, I barged you into this, into the scrapes of my soul.
So worry not, for you won't hear my cries or feel my scars, you will only hear the joy chriping out of my lips, and sense the earthquakes as they tell you I'm pleased.
#Draft
#Noob #everyone #prose
Being cold and drenched from the rain
My thoughts turn to writing a poem
So I sit near the window
Holding my pen and notebook
Seeing the falling rain
From the window pane
Reminds me the glance of
Your intoxicating eyes
Through the veil
The blowing air reminds me of
The open swirling tresses of your hair
Chilly breeze touching my skin
Reminds me the touch of yours
Sending waves across the body
The raindrops kissing my cheeks
Reminds me the taste of your dew drops
The aroma of wet soil
Reminds me of your fragrance
Soothing my heart
In the flooded heart
The ink flows like a river
Creating another ocean of words
Having you drenched in the rain of verses
You shiver in the chill of love
Oh my dove!
Let's bloom together.
©junaidwarrior
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#everyone
#poetry
#junaidwarrior
Please suggest a good title if you like
My thoughts turn to writing a poem
So I sit near the window
Holding my pen and notebook
Seeing the falling rain
From the window pane
Reminds me the glance of
Your intoxicating eyes
Through the veil
The blowing air reminds me of
The open swirling tresses of your hair
Chilly breeze touching my skin
Reminds me the touch of yours
Sending waves across the body
The raindrops kissing my cheeks
Reminds me the taste of your dew drops
The aroma of wet soil
Reminds me of your fragrance
Soothing my heart
In the flooded heart
The ink flows like a river
Creating another ocean of words
Having you drenched in the rain of verses
You shiver in the chill of love
Oh my dove!
Let's bloom together.
©junaidwarrior
#review
#everyone
#poetry
#junaidwarrior
Please suggest a good title if you like
Heart of glass
The journey I began,
Was never meant for any pause
A weak soul, I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
was like a little crack in the glass
Had once followed by the arrow of Cupid:
A holy blessing from the sky
But a weak soul, I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
ran away to hide
"This world is like a box", it used to say
Hopeless as Pandora
Lucky as pirates.
You would never have the key,
So better run than to live
under the shadow of the pain
I took a bus to my fate,
heavily carried the crack all-day
Inside the unbreakable wall,
It thought It could save the glass
Although it was wise and right,
I knew It couldn't be Day without Night
I surrendered to temptation,
Ignored the wall to find the lost arrow
"Nothing is permanent", my soul rebelled again
You are doing a blunder, mate,
You would drown yourself in the sea of sorrow
A little afraid, I was
But, still went for the search
I had half of mine,
A half was yet to be discovered.......
#review
The journey I began,
Was never meant for any pause
A weak soul, I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
was like a little crack in the glass
Had once followed by the arrow of Cupid:
A holy blessing from the sky
But a weak soul, I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
ran away to hide
"This world is like a box", it used to say
Hopeless as Pandora
Lucky as pirates.
You would never have the key,
So better run than to live
under the shadow of the pain
I took a bus to my fate,
heavily carried the crack all-day
Inside the unbreakable wall,
It thought It could save the glass
Although it was wise and right,
I knew It couldn't be Day without Night
I surrendered to temptation,
Ignored the wall to find the lost arrow
"Nothing is permanent", my soul rebelled again
You are doing a blunder, mate,
You would drown yourself in the sea of sorrow
A little afraid, I was
But, still went for the search
I had half of mine,
A half was yet to be discovered.......
#review
The purpose of this article is to explain how you should judge people. In my past, I was always confused, back and forth with people I was dealing with
I experienced so many changing emotions based on one’s actions no depth included. So I told myself to analyze and sort out the hidden elements of this mystery, also help others understand this chaotic phenomenon. Why I call this chaos because I saw one’s actions which are only at first level with hidden relations neglected can drive you to the false conclusions and will draw a totally wrong picture of a person, and I am talking about black and the white difference here.
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I experienced so many changing emotions based on one’s actions no depth included. So I told myself to analyze and sort out the hidden elements of this mystery, also help others understand this chaotic phenomenon. Why I call this chaos because I saw one’s actions which are only at first level with hidden relations neglected can drive you to the false conclusions and will draw a totally wrong picture of a person, and I am talking about black and the white difference here.
#review #structure #feedback #topicreview
The purpose of this article is to explain the way to judge people. I was always confused in my past with the people around me. I changed my opinion a lot of times about someone, and could not get what was wrong. So, I decided to analyze the hidden elements of this mystery to understand this chaotic phenomenon. A person’s obvious actions can conclude the wrong picture of that person, The conclusion delivered by obvious actions can be totally opposite to the facts.
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