Everyday my day starts with my mother teaching me about adjustment and my father holds his pride defining about compromises. I told them the nature made me born adaptive. I turn my tables as the situation demands, and I have only two chairs, so I can comprehend on what the decision I am going to make. They say 'hypocrisy' is a bad term often used as an absurd word and literates don't even know the meaning. But I corrected them saying it's hypothetical to undermine the definition. The situation conspires you to become one and you have to deal with it.
The last night was dream like, I read about peace and solitude. How people cooperate each other through thick and thin. Although they have double standards but everything in their world is ambiguous. They are so easy to turn on the things and exit through the back door which is the only rescuer. They are the ones behind the closed doors who accuse each other for their sins and ask redemption from their disguised tears. Crying is the option which is always reliable to the society. More like a conviction, it has become a theory to be believed rather than questioning. They just cry and go on as if nothing happened. But it is reflecting their inner sins and the masked emotions bargaining for the truth we read in scriptures.
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Idk what is this.
Pardon me for not reading You. I will try to read you all soon.
