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In a Parallel Universe… the answers we are all seeking

Khushboo Kejriwal (FYBFM)

In dire need of comforting, we unfold them all that is otherwise stored in this padlocked cache.
Every human possesses these idiosyncratic details which no other can even marginally
replicate.
Maybe that's the reason we hold onto certain souls so tight and stem;
Maybe our hearts have been acquainted with theirs long before we ever met them.
It's surreal how we treasure them as a gem.

Too often found mocking love and emotions are us humans,
But isn't everything we do in life just a way to be loved a 'little more?'

There's this childhood version of me, staring right back from across the years; intimating me to
take that step I have been reluctant to take all along.
'What if I fall, but what if I y?!'
Ever felt that your doppelgänger quite literally suffocated you into giving in to your passion?
It took me long to realise that this doppelgänger was probably a concealed intuition that I had
been killing for almost nineteen years now.
What if the right time is now?
And if we don't jump today, we lose the escapade for eternity.

We're too often so intimidated by the fact that our lives are turning upside down;
How do we know that the side we're used to is better than the side that is yet to come?
Nonetheless, moments in our lives that we're going to cherish in our deepest reminiscences are
only some;
Not to forget that everything is short-lived and that one day we'll all be done.
That's it, we'll all be done. Lying next to each other on this unearthed, barren ground,
Leaving behind traces of only those errands that we were
Most afraid to submit; most afraid to commit.
What I realise is that I'm no different from any other human, living on this 'hope' that one day it'll

be the 'ideal' world where I'd get to do all the things that I've always wanted to.
It's better this way you see, to keep this 'hope' deceiving you every time when reality hits you;
To keep believing that there are 'too many reasons' to be rapturous and euphoric about;
That it's all going to make sense someday and that it'd nally go just as we planned it.

There's this hollow than runs all through my system, always seeking for more and more
answers to ll and to rell.
Guess it's a never satised life, its 'human' after all. No no. this isn't any long overdue
meltdown.

“There is no right way to do something wrong.”
(Mohd. Yunus) 106
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