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●Human Spectrum● Drip... drip... tick... tick... the drops of water were sonorously striking the metal roof making the ringing sound in the atmosphere and his soul too. He was there, enjoying the beautiful scenario of rain, his favorite one. Though he was watching the rain with joy, there persisted a curiosity of watching the rainbow, the spectrum of colours. (continue in caption) Nimit was a curious child, he wasn't that good intellectual but was emotionally strong, or rather it was what one can observe, the truth was the exactly the mirror, all upsidedown. One can say he was strong because even after being teased and bullied, he never cried in public, if he "cried" he won't be considered as a "man". He "never" cried, still his identity was lost as a "man" noone accepted him. He always ran behind "his" identity of so-called Man. But as said running on the wrong path can take you nowhere. Slowly, he started to isolate himself from the society and his true "identity". He was truly lost now. With no path to walk on, he was steadily observing the falling drops of time and taunts, bullies, cuss words; and just like rain water they all stayed stagnant for sometime and than drained off, out through the second ear. To add to his sorrow, his father died and family slowly drained to poverty. Further that year a drought in his life changed to real one. He was miserable, to say the least. And just when the dark clouds of sadness were covering his soul, they rained, they rained and Drip... drip... tick... tick... sound was heard. With no reason, he smiled, smiled first time after the emotional and economical droughts, he smiled again. It was due to a realisation of the mysteries which ate his soul all those years. It was as if he got a solution,after observing the rainbow, the spectrum of colours, he realized the spectrum of human. Now, all the dark cloud had cleared. All his soul was now infront of the light, of truth, of nature. He nolonger persuied his fake identity of "man", he accepted himself as the way he was, on the path on which he was meant to be walked, on his own unique path. Now, the clouds rained everyday, he was watching his favourite rainbow everyday, in which the colours were humans, each one unique, each one important to make the life colourful. He started to respect the nature in its true form.

●Human Spectrum● Drip... drip... tick... tick... the drops of water were sonorously striking the metal roof making the ringing sound in the atmosphere and his soul too. He was there, enjoying the beautiful scenario of rain, his favorite one. Though he was watching the rain with joy, there persisted a curiosity of watching the rainbow, the spectrum of colours. (continue in caption) Nimit was a curious child, he wasn't that good intellectual but was emotionally strong, or rather it was what one can observe, the truth was the exactly the mirror, all upsidedown. One can say he was strong because even after being teased and bullied, he never cried in public, if he "cried" he won't be considered as a "man". He "never" cried, still his identity was lost as a "man" noone accepted him. He always ran behind "his" identity of so-called Man. But as said running on the wrong path can take you nowhere. Slowly, he started to isolate himself from the society and his true "identity". He was truly lost now. With no path to walk on, he was steadily observing the falling drops of time and taunts, bullies, cuss words; and just like rain water they all stayed stagnant for sometime and than drained off, out through the second ear. To add to his sorrow, his father died and family slowly drained to poverty. Further that year a drought in his life changed to real one. He was miserable, to say the least. And just when the dark clouds of sadness were covering his soul, they rained, they rained and Drip... drip... tick... tick... sound was heard. With no reason, he smiled, smiled first time after the emotional and economical droughts, he smiled again. It was due to a realisation of the mysteries which ate his soul all those years. It was as if he got a solution,after observing the rainbow, the spectrum of colours, he realized the spectrum of human. Now, all the dark cloud had cleared. All his soul was now infront of the light, of truth, of nature. He nolonger persuied his fake identity of "man", he accepted himself as the way he was, on the path on which he was meant to be walked, on his own unique path. Now, the clouds rained everyday, he was watching his favourite rainbow everyday, in which the colours were humans, each one unique, each one important to make the life colourful. He started to respect the nature in its true form.

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my big brother won the toy, me watching it, on which my "haak" will be implied chote bhai ka haak hota hai😜😛😏 ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this bg and make us ROFLMAO! 😆😆

my big brother won the toy, me watching it, on which my "haak" will be implied chote bhai ka haak hota hai😜😛😏 ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this bg and make us ROFLMAO! 😆😆

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spectrum of colours, we call it rainbow. then what should we call the spectrum of humans??? i call human society. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter, 📢 READ THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE YOU WRITE.

spectrum of colours, we call it rainbow. then what should we call the spectrum of humans??? i call human society. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter, 📢 READ THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE YOU WRITE.

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will you be happy??? No, Never. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this strike through and make it a creative one.

will you be happy??? No, Never. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this strike through and make it a creative one.

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Thorns may hurt Lets cover them, With the petals of love. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter- 📢Read the instructions carefully before you proceed. 📢 Collab on this beautiful bg and write on the other side. Keep the words relevant to ours or the BG.

Thorns may hurt Lets cover them, With the petals of love. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter- 📢Read the instructions carefully before you proceed. 📢 Collab on this beautiful bg and write on the other side. Keep the words relevant to ours or the BG.

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under the blanket of ocean, she dreamt of his dream. she stopped breathing alone, continued again, when they met in heaven, once again. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this beautiful bg and pen down your words relevantly 📢 One entry per team member or solo is mandatory while maximum entries is limited to 5.

under the blanket of ocean, she dreamt of his dream. she stopped breathing alone, continued again, when they met in heaven, once again. ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter 📢 Collab on this beautiful bg and pen down your words relevantly 📢 One entry per team member or solo is mandatory while maximum entries is limited to 5.

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Me playing with my insecurities #Khatro_ke_khiladi ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter #accelewriter#d26acc #d26solo

Me playing with my insecurities #Khatro_ke_khiladi ~Open for all~ To the participants of Accelewriter #accelewriter#d26acc #d26solo