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There remains a story – untold, unwritten, unnoticed which neither existed nor will exist but it exists now. It’s a story of you and me. It’s a story of us- of our existence, of our sole solace. It’s a story of now – completely different from yesterday and tomorrow. A story not created under the fear of tomorrow’s hope.
It’s not a story of our fear of mortality within the immortal life.
It’s a story, created everyday, every hour , every moment but is unnoticed, is mortgaged , is never perceived to be real. It gets lost somewhere between the yesterday’s regret and tomorrow’s fear. It’s something , of your existence.
In between this short span of story, there arises a feeling – feeling of happiness, feeling of regret, feeling of lamentation, feeling of forgiveness, feeling of sadness, feeling of loneliness, feeling of expectation. With that feeling, should one live, s/he knows what it means to be fully alive.
There is a story of you, which can’t be written or photographed. You’re feeling it.